"Pessimistic" by Elora Le Fay
Mindless chatter
matter with numb faces
clutters like leaves
and leaves vile traces
Struck by the hand
blind sand in their eyes
cage them with steel
to steal back the lies
Pessimistic rats
bat their eyes at the sun
until they see nothing right
and write themselves undone
Still moping here
please well me why
you don't eat the fear
and make yourself die
Pathetic whine
Poetic shrine
Where's the fine line?
All eloquence
hailed divine.
