Weakness
written by: Talida Barbe
@Tebok_Kai
Stern steps on wobbly marble,
Dark thoughts in feeble minds,
Love lost to wooden feelings,
Trust drowned in artful eyes.
Wet kisses on parched fingers,
Wild dreams broken in half,
Red roses dressed in resin,
Sharp tongues covered in dust.
Shining sold into darkness,
Dry trees in search of light,
Beliefs turned into dictates,
Sweet lips on rotting hands.
I was born in late autumn. I like to seek light in the darkness. Often I find myself doing so through words that turn into imageries that are both a blessing and a burden for the heart. I love natural imagery. What defines me? Solitude, nature, and the uncanny.
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