Poetry

Satish Verma


older other poems newer

15 march 2020

When The Ghosts Walk

A mystical dialogue
in swirls-
to drown you.
 
Blank pages draw you
for a suicide, without
moving your bones.
 
A thin worded threat
to conceive a sculpted
dream, deranging
your sea of
cadavers.
 
No dissecting table
you need to solve the death.
All the arguments are tilted.
You will rig the answers.
 
They will come
in bunches, to beat you.
You will not hear or see anything.






Report this item

 


Terms of use | Privacy policy

Copyright © 2010 truml.com, by using this service you accept terms of use.


You have to be logged in to use this feature. please register

Ta strona używa plików cookie w celu usprawnienia i ułatwienia dostępu do serwisu oraz prowadzenia danych statystycznych. Dalsze korzystanie z tej witryny oznacza akceptację tego stanu rzeczy.    Polityka Prywatności   
ROZUMIEM
1