Devils Poems
My room
by Suhaila Bawar
Carless death ,
laying on my bed.
Sitting in the corner of my room ,
my knees below my head.
The blackness gleams
And I'm trying to get up on my feet.
And the sorrow beams
in every mournful tear my eyes greet.
Entirely lit up with pain ,
......
Resting Amid the Chaos
by Igor Vykhovanets
Morning’s Duller Than the Night
If your day was fully spent,
Morning feels less bright, less keen.
Tighter schedules—every cent.
Idle? You are less than seen.
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End
by Suhaila Bawar
It feels like the end .
They are painting me paler
dead white .
I am fine , i pretend
But got caught in mid night
devils were humming in my garden ,
And i froze
Like million thrones covered one rose.
......
Resting Amid the Chaos
by Igor Vykhovanets
Morning’s Duller Than the Night
If your day was fully spent,
Morning feels less bright, less keen.
Tighter schedules—every cent.
Idle? You are less than seen.
-------------------------
......
End
by Suhaila Bawar
It feels like the end .
They are painting me paler
dead white .
I am fine , i pretend
But got caught in mid night
devils were humming in my garden ,
And i froze
Like million thrones covered one rose.
......
My room
by Suhaila Bawar
Carless death ,
laying on my bed.
Sitting in the corner of my room ,
my knees below my head.
The blackness gleams
And I'm trying to get up on my feet.
And the sorrow beams
in every mournful tear my eyes greet.
Entirely lit up with pain ,
......
