The light of candles turns into blue flames

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Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscapes
The light of candles turns into strange flames
Thus  to breed  our fears, we ,stupid, ruminate

From a vantage point outside that evil draped
We see the loss and show the red of shame
Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscapes

From our own dead-heads may we escape?
We want to grow and not  allot more blame
As brooding  on our fears, we ruminate

The ghost of Plath  shall  linger in dark shapes
And stutter as  the dead call out her name
Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscape

And women murmur, shall I  too be raped?
All I want is sharing life and pain
Don’t brood  on your fears, they’ll germinate

 

In our sleep, we see the theatre’s dreams
Hear our minds bemused, old warriors’ scream
Inverted light turns blue like Plath moonscapes
Thus bleeding  from our  hearts, we  navigate

 

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I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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