My words wither on parched lips;
Clouds on clouds roll down to eyes
And all around a grey unfolds
That coils me tight in shabby smoke.
The figures melt to messy blobs
And drag me down to turbid pools.
I float awhile with weary lids,
Dripping down with vacant dreams
Which wrap me up in growing rings
And to silence swiftly fade.
1 comment:
m lost for words!! what an expression abs!!...awesome use of imagery n objective correlatives
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