That seeps from the crevices
of the innermost being?
The eyes itch red and drip
Hot moistened rain…
Through shafts
Through windows
Not minding doors;
Oh what a life man must lead
From day to day!
It should have been better
If he was here
Nay, with his mom
But he’s gone leaving
A wide weird gap in
The cranes of existence
It wasn’t of yesterday
Nor was it of today
Seasons come and go
Not this one though
‘Cause it wasn’t a season …
it was a life
a soul
a demise …
The philanderer by the inn;
Aloneness dresses in fashion,
Dancing to beats of soul drums
“It’ll never happen again”,
They console
Yet, two’s more than a crowd!
Who can bear this great torment
That seeps from the crevices
of the innermost being?
« return.