Polluted

Drop your tears upon my soul
Sneak in from where you find the hole
Love that resided once in here
Turned into dry ash mixing in air
It needs some water of your eyes
Drip it and a little reprise.

Collect its remains in a bowl
Treat it well with love pest control
Love that resided once in here
Turned into litter polluting prayers
It is exposed, spreading cries
Cleanse it all until it dies.
Photo Credit: bizsumpark182.deviantart.com
Photo Credit: bizsumpark182.deviantart.com
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  1. wow, this was fantastic!

  2. Wow. Reminded me of this phase of my life.
    You are very good with words.

  3. Well well well, mister. You did it again, huh? This is good. Raw and sad. Just how i like it.

  4. pest control – what a great metaphor – I agree with Chatty – very raw:) xx

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