Lend a Hand

The abyss is acceptable for its serenity
Losing in the distant depths of acidity;
Ghosts are hidden from these pipes,
Inside those wrongs are some types
In a world of whirling water,
Fond of ghosts always doing manslaughter.
Hotter the sun is shining in this limewater
To never take in by breath, or be hotter.
The hidden losses shall repel us,
Inside my brain is graveness.
The abyss will gratefully occupy the words
Then to work, then to pull and lend afterwards.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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