Pythia

stricken down christmas trees
deflated snowmen
drifting debris
overturned mushrooms—
this being human looms
overmind and
we wonder if it's Time

puddles filled with red dirt
isolated green leaf
boughs proud with girth
wooden palaces—
our evil callousness
rides the exit
on its stronger side

rotting concrete blossom
an admirer lingers
near your bower
extenuating
your empty soulful love
until it dies
before blinded eyes

what will you make of
your heart's Delphic sigh?

Brinn W.

This poem was created and written by Brinn Wallin. Please do not steal or copy without permission. 

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