• narsus 35w

    The Poets Zone

    He words up his feeling, out of a flooded heart
    A pallid day spearing heartfelt courtesy
    Spinning wheel of emotions ceases at love
    A vindictive way to write off how he feels
    His arsenel of askew line brings dead alive
    In silence and soberiety, spark of being lone
    Through countless reckoning, the words he must write
    On and on yet subliminal.

    That is his zone
    The deeper he falls more deeper he goes
    Surveying souls
    He lands on bottomless depth into depth of another world
    Through words he parades, love he spreads and explores the unexplored
    Until he finally find himself fading inside of the locked door.