Omar—2
Give me something to chew,
a savage numbness
is engulfing my brain.
Water level was rising
and the time of rented happiness
was over.
Pheromones were showing true likeness
in hate,
violence was brilliantly portrayed
and death was hideous.
Attachedment assumes a blast,
stares me in empty eyes,
hurling silence with invisible force.
Give me something to drink
like moonlight. It is very hot here.
I am walking downhill
to roll back the rock.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009
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