Flushed skin,
Fever eyes
Like flames
In the dark nights.
Seeking for a pure soul
That moves gently
With light feet
And smiles so sweet!
Like a psychopath beast
He tries to fill emptiness
Feeding himself
With a such angelic feast,
Sucking with his burning eyes
All the heavenly things.
We all are him,
Trying to replace nothing
With bright stars.
All afraid of the dark sky,
Covering our faces
To not see
And expecting to see
The sun dazzling with light
The emptiness of our minds...
What psychopath beasts
We must be!
the age old adage... know thyself...immediately comes to mind but you have painted a bigger canvas with bold red strokes nice thought provoking and philosophical lines nice liked
how well you paint the psychopath mind that all should evade..kudos
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A well articulated train of thoughts, nicely encapsulated, and penned with intensity in poetic diction, to capture the poet's conviction. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.