Around to
Commune with
Their gods with leaking pots
Their tongues curled back and forth
Placating these gods with their dripping words

Their gods
To commune with
Their worshipers
Draped in torn clothes
All words cascaded down their deaf ears

It was
An odd scene
Their cracked voices
Echoed to the walls around them
Their leaking pots emptied their dripping words


About neofloetry

I am a lover of the real things of life and love. An actress, Playwright, Poetess and a lover of Hip Hop. I do not compromise my happiness for any negative thing and i am human. I just love to scribble down my thoughts, no matter the topic... I make mistakes! Welcome to my blog page.

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