"idolises" poems
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
Autumn is the priest of pride.
Her shadows lifts a gentle fragrance
that farmhands duly celebrate.
The coffin makers drink a sweet nectar
that lifts their souls.
The milkmaid idolises memories of her first love.
August is this flame
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
That girl lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed
With thoughts of suicide in her head
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day wishing it would all just end
The only thing keeping her here
Is the golden locket around her neck
As she looks at the photo
And remembers the promises she made
She knows that one day it will be better
So she puts the knife down
And calls the girl who is in the locket
She knows she will make her smile
And remind her she is worth more than she thinks
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC