A little poetry.-

Just a short poem I've been working on this week.

RADIANCE OF RUIN

I know pains?? intimate details,
the very spot where every lust might ail,
silvery fly that circles all things treasured and frail.

I found mistrust invariably justified,
failure reflected in our eyes,
meandering contortions disguising ruination, feeble and despised.

I am shattered beyond the sky that every star holds,
but my will is pristine, immune to any scars?? scold.

My only solace is in throwing it all away.-

Thank you princess 🙂

You should get it published. Who was the poor person that did not measure up?