Tearborne
Imperial heiress waving the dry handkerchief,
how flows your infectious desires ...
spreading oh so much malignant sawdust grief
Holding darkly the pestilent flame
closely to the pox-tinted looking glass
Scorch thy self-acclaimed name
into the pantheon sky of kingdoms past
See thy haughty visage
lunar bathing in a global sea of misery
Bane ebb a crescent smile
to those lip drowning in blind naïvete
Ere watch as evaporated hope
ascend into the void
Weak-hearted souls can’t cope,
tainted air carries
that woebegone noise
Flagging trust died
when plague stricken eyes
were tearborne
Doused immunity cried
when vaunted shoreline pride
heard the dirge horn
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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