10 words pen

evening comes as loneliness waits

wrapped in its raincoat – as fate doth fake

promises of youth purloined

amidst life’s mystery all sadness is born

elbowing in upon my gait – as if to say no longer can you wait, to find things that once were sought, attainable now but only as in thoughts. when night and loneliness loose their steam, you seek to dismiss it as yet another daytime LIVING dream

peculate’d or so it seems, ┬ávisceral desires, safer when unseen

redolent of sweetness and touch

breaks the seal of a concrete jar encased in steel

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