Poem – Malice’ Misery

Silently the sound comes closer
Of your heartbeat, dead you are.
Tears are falling, you know its over
Tasting bitter – cookie jar.

A million bugs inside your finger
Folly, sticky lemon tart
Rotten in a corner lingers
what was once called simply, love.

Running out of time, a Malice’ Misery.


[my poems tend to be “dark”, as it’s my way to cope with such feelings]

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