Color drained and reflection of loathsome self in his words
Credit absent to the one who created all
Words flushed down the drain so easily
Forgotten as a moment passing
spit up a mile down the beach
never digested
could even one bear fruit?
the world applauds
Pictures inspired from @d-pend's poem
https://peakd.com/hive-174578/@d-pend/every-day-a-many-razored-wreath
Oh, I pray for the dawn.
At a loss of words.