inconsolable
lost
due to the severe unknown
astonished by you
mysterious photo of the mistress
even in her companionship
the solemnity of our embrace is shared
with both identities becoming that of
past ghosts
As in passing, it's painfully obvious
My intent was to care
Shot ideas turn to bloodied emotions
Ending once a delightful promise
Into a blazing lonely hell
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
