The Forgotten Love of Edward S Brown
Sitting around the corner of a lake,
He loosened the torpid arms,
Making way for the sun to immerse
Glorious and crimson,
The death of youth.
All numb and unmoved they remain,
With occasional spasm
Indicating unknown trepidation
For a rather obscure love,
Or something else;
As it cannot be remembered,
Memories obviously break,
Skills fall apart,
No certainty therefore appears,
In choosing a position;
Of satiety or grief,
For it is not known at all,
And to know is difficult,
Erratic vacillation to breakdown,
Or fear of ludicrous proportions.
30th March, 2021
Copyright © Sarban Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2021
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