I tried to cry
Out, via a phone call.
I called out to Zeus,
And down came his wrath.
Worthy, I was struck
With a spark that simmered,
A signal sent through
My inner kingdom along landlines
And wires, dipping and rising,
Riding on hanging metal roads.
It registered.
I realized.
But nothing followed
The self-realization
Other than a crackle
And a thundering crash
As the feeble poles fell down
Like marble columns.
All that's heard is
A siren
As a city fire begins
With no hopes of rain.
He never quenched me.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
