November Wordsworth

Stare at what's left of a sunset Orange sky that has nothing to offer but lulu Gaze intimately as jinxed  Tranquil waters & cold breeze are a harmony  Sprouting stars from the far west Overwhelmed by the beauty, With a sigh I Marvel about the anesthetic God's creation. #vss365

Broken, flattered & fractured With a bald head, gray hair & a dark mind I swim through memories of despair, distraught & anxiety What used to mean lots is nothing Hope is vapour now  They all are gone All alone, left in my circle of darkness.