Indigo

I am but a withering soul,

breathing faint atmosphere.

I am but an indigo well,

bleeding liquid, sapphire pools

Deep as my nights

Phantasmagorical cries,

Laying shadows at my feet

A subterranean morass.

Am I just a void?

I am but a pirouette mind,

dizzying whimsical, affairs

Dark as my revolution

Harrowing pieces torn,

Raining secrets underground

A mitigated garden.

I am but a fading heart,

reaching it's way out.

~A.B.K. ~ ©2017