Beside Myself
Oh, I believe I deserve to hurt,
The day’s slipping by
as the sun pours molten orange
along the western horizon
forging a shield of darkness.
Now as a robust moon rises
to embellish the night sky,
I am beside myself
and in the throes of frenzied agony;
After much beseeching
She finally consented to moonlight rendezvous—
but where?
For the life of me I just couldn’t recall!
~06/01/18
~Pick a theme, "Solitude by the Reverie"
Host: Laura Loo
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2018
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