Melon Milks
Melon milk soothes the ache in my throat,
I cannot scream, I am deaf,
It seems so surreal in a reality of nothing real.
Actually it seems more real than anything,
Anything I know of,
Graveyards of regrets and sorrows,
Tomorrow,
May not arrive.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010
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