Subterranean
written by: beachglass
gargoyle clutches his stone rose
forsaken soul searching the city skies
perched on the last inch of the wall
watching people live their quiet lives
the view from here is pellucid
and as the rose crumbles, he is
thankful
for the beauty she gave
to his wretched nights
beachglass
I am an unpublished freelance writer. My personal writing is mostly creative writing, poetry and prose. I write about what inspires me to focus: nature, emotional growth, the search for knowledge and dreams. I've been writing poetry for most of my adult life, and sharing it on a personal website. I consider myself to be an intuitive writer, meaning, I write what I feel in that particular moment. The purpose of my writing is to establish a connection, and with that, a deeper understanding.
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