Sunday, November 27, 2022

At Love’s Zone

Huddled at the feet of his addled brain,

The poet awakes under blanket of night

From a smothering will to convulsively clutch at love, 


His borrowed time winding and 


Wilting like choking shrubs


At a river of black waters from swollen eyes.


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