Midnarust

Holding onto hope is only healthy for so long.

Wisps of midnarust curl callously around our throats,

And we refuse to sever its sanguine ropes:

 

Now we float!

 

I am the blank ink tainting your fountain of dreams.

You are the white pigment painting over my spectrum of screams.

 

Drawn close, yet estranged,

We hide the hues of prismatic pain

In wavelengths of glistering grey,

Like moonbows over amaryllic plains.

 

This sapphirine nightglow, weeping carmine as it flows;

We refused to let it cut through our half-light hopes;

 

Now we bloat!

Author's Note

This one just sort of came to me, which is unusual. Hope you enjoy :)

Reviews

[Art Sun]

Too many exquisite thoughts within a short verse, one has to slowly absorb each line, thought, word, words to find the mystery of your poetic thought.

An enjoyable read...nice

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A stellar brilliant poem muse wow! Kudos!!

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[DoormanDan]

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. I will be sure to read yours once I get time in the next few days :)