Champagne problems and monday blues.
No shoulder in sight. No hidden clues.
A cave so dark that shadows look bright.
Little changes in the air makes me shiver in fright.
And as I do, my eyes emit a blinding light.
Woods on fire; flames devouring the night.
Shoulders to lean on, plenty in the dreary site.
But all suffering in lone pain, such a sorry sight.
So nearsighted they couldn't get my cues.
Nor can i forever, as my flames seldom drift away into the blues.
~13/10/24 EH ©
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Word count - 86
Lines - 11
You can't have "champagne problems" if you can't afford champagne. Can you ?
I have 99 problems but champagne problems isn't one.
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