Pick Your Topic: Sadness
Dear Life, please nourish me today
On an aching morn tired and tedious soften mv wind with scents of vanilla tea and baked pages from a magazine's tray. The cloud too near molds a destitute face.
A mirror of darkened. twisted hair
and wrinkled brows veil my skin
much older than the antique chair...
Wasting time on a lease
without solace in blowing circles
of morning breeze that cannot hear
the raging wire and chimes in my head.
A trembling wail crushes a broken bell
like barn owl's tenor
Say something, speak to me
upon this chilled midnight---
The one I hunger for doesn't answer or reply
Vanilla tea melts my tears in pain.
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Originally Written 7.17.2016
Resubmitted 11.18.2017
Contest: Choose A Topic: A, B, C or D
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