A primitive
Immature lover
Caged in silver parenthesis
Often inoculated with antidotes
to cure loneliness
is wearily but steadily
Falling in circle since forever,
His hollowness is heard
in reverberating pang
His infinite sorrow
is a poof
elapsed from existence
and his devotion
is a plump for us.
He –
A mediocre
A constant stalker
is in love
with our mother.


9 Comments Add yours

  1. Oloriel says:

    Wonderfull write, one of my new favourites from you 🙂

    1. That’s a big compliment. Means a lot to me. Thank you!

  2. I love this! The rhythm of this piece is amazing.

    1. Appreciate it! Thank you! =)

  3. Kev says:

    Love it.

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