In Her Glorius Beauty

stained & hurting

In Her Glorious Beauty

I've pillaged my bankrupt soul

Made it kneel on concrete floors

Just so I know the terror of self

In these romantic storms.

If you see her gently,

Like a breeze on a fair wind day

Tell her I hated the self of my marrow

and warned my apocalypse to stay away.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

I had forgotten that I posted this piece. Well gentlemen thank you for the visit. Hope you have a Merry Merry this coming season.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as Richard said...this is a journey into the soul...romantic storms create chaos and aftermath...
we hope we survive and can still have the capacity to love.

[R Smith]

soul searching Alfred, you have written a remarkable poem that delves deeply into your being and drags emotions screaming to the surface, its what i see, thanks for this great poem :)