No Hope At All Comments

i cling to myself broken sky dreams trudge passion asleep hope bleeds..................all that happens to happen by the mortality of hope is not the reeks of sorrow but the mystery encircling dream and passion, the last dregs worldy flow while trudging the path organic heaving the crest of wave beyond elasticity, wonderful exposition of dynamics in the matrix of enigma yet deciphered, passionately introspective, and ingenious,10++++, thanks for sharing

i breathe empty empty..........and hope bleeds................your poem can make anyone sad...........means you wrote poem well....10+++..........

You love to write sad. I love to read your poems that you write when you are Happy. from my days, to your nights. Sadness is eclipsed by your beauty, so softly Hugs Angel of Love Peace