My eyes illuminate the edge As they stare back at me. The hazel blending into the silver instrument. The instrument blending into my brown Earth.
By Chantal Arko-Dadzie5 years ago in Poets
I felt no remorse They condemned me and cursed me But still, I felt nothing They showed me the silent corpse The withering creature she had come to be
I find that our souls are woven with the very nature of our memories Hell is every nightmarish ordeal we have undergone, Playing in our heads on a loop
Brightly goes The yellow brick road Winding up the lake that froze Round the bushes of dainty rose To the town that no one knows
It's funny how the relationships and friendships That shape us, influence us, inspire us, create US Are also the most fragile things in the world.
By Chantal Arko-Dadzie6 years ago in Poets