Languishing Rhythm

March 7, 2012
The days are bleak and unfulfilled,

With wallowing willows and tooth decay drilled.

Struggling hopes and dreams,

Just like those among the seams.

Questions arise just like the sun

And are put to rest by disengaging puns.

The garments lay idol, unworn and new

The jewelry is vintage unaware of its cue.

Externally well put together,

But, internally is an intense endeavor.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback