Ashtray Monday..
The city is empty for the town has gone mad.
Once a flourish elegant fabrication.
Now but a strapless lie.
It sits in my stomach...
The aroma heavy with stench ....
Like week old coffee.
The flavor is now stale.
Circling an endless ring of forget-me-nots..
Such forgery....
Such empty desires in a hollow sunset.
Yet I still reach blindly into the sun..
Hoping to catch that firefly
- Mello Sakia
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Voices of the Unheard
PoetryVoices of the Unheard is simply about the untold stories humanity has hidden between its pages. - Mello Sakia & Ryuzaki Ryuga Hideki (aka "L")
