The Heart of a Sad Man
Exonerating eyes that yield
Upon the eyes of cyclopes,
Bemoaning and rancorous enigmatic
As we think.
Ponderously, I swim to nausea,
Galloping to forever dream.
I see life in gargantuan way,
Neither the illusion of the majestic
Enthralled and reverberating echo,
Of thy thunderous anger, I fear.
For this is the summation
Of my grieve heart.
In this way, I may die a loser,
A beaten man.
With pity and devouring rage
To that sun, to that arrogant feisty sun.
For this, I'm a rotten down-trodden
Sad, sad, sad man.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2023
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