The way I breathe you in
Like the searing summer heat
Shattering breaths of a soul incomplete
Gasped after chasing you so many miles
After the stretching loneliness of heavy trials
Past the sun-bleached bones of the lost
Those stalwart survivors mocking me
In their solitude, self- lauded longevity
For my idiotic audacity;
My bohemian voracity
YOU ARE READING
Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
