SpokenNox

i exhale troubled silhouettes from paper thin lips; anxiety gnaws at my collar bones while I sleep.

Breathe in Breathe out I’m alive! I’ve seen a beautiful tranquillity Gentle wind in the hair of thee A tiny leaf and its invisibility In the soothing cup of tea For every beauty waits the mortality The precious delight of a moment Before it dreadfully dies in its fatality A fading memory of enjoyment The ravishing words of a bard Enchanting the little hearts Aggressively falling apart to a shard Left a gentle impact of arts The death, the caretaker Shows love for every mortal being The misunderstood saviour Won’t let the beautiful ones bleeding As our mortality takes us to disintegration I write this dying poetry of ser