Stained Poem by Bright Heavens

Stained



Joy was our essence
Happiness, our prerogative
Halcyon was where we sheltered

Till "life" happened to us
Our leaves of mirth swiftly paled
Amidst a winter of beggary

And our radical innocence switched,
for perverted consciousness

Life for us is a massive stain
Had we known
We would have stayed clean,
of it.

Stained
Monday, October 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hunger
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hannatu Adamu 27 October 2020

Very rich imagery, impossible to unsee!

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Jazib Kamalvi 26 October 2020

Write comment. Such a nice poem, Bright H. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

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