Poems – Page 3 – Alta's World

Unconsciousness in the Afternoon

“Come, let me hold you in my sweet embrace!” she whistles.

The Dark had won the battle once upon a time, in a Gloomy Saturday.

In a never-ending Absolute Abstract Abyss he would be set free.

We’re the unhappy consumers of Perfect Illusions.

I’ve seen the hidden face of a human being who longs for what she cannot have or be.

I write small words on long bones fractured by my everlasting pain, disrupting the fluidity of a forever damaged soul.