Saturday, June 2, 2018

Best of me.

Last straw weathered.


Tears well 
In my eyes,
The currents 
Well up.


Brave swell 
In my mind 
The spike 
Swell up.


Dry throat
In need of water,
Unabated heat 
Inflames the thirst.


Weatherbeaten 
Dreary aroused 
Old feelings 
Of hatred,
melancholic mood 
Comes first.



Strong enough 
Over regret,
Downcast moments 
Over all my desires.


Lonely and yellow 
In a strange city.


Gloomy at the 
Thought of what 
Had to face,


Dispirited and 
Resigned expressions 
On the face.

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