No one can stand the fireball
raging in circles,
the flames I had in me
I am a fireball.
Heatwaves of treachery
from a sweet goodbye to "See you later."
but no one reappears
From the crowd's cheering
but no one's visiting.
No one stays
under the heat of the day
The longest day of the year
Will I be happier, alone?
In a desert, no one is yet dead,
but caged into the infinity of
waiting for your homecoming—
Save the boy,
for a man is an island now.
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
