Up In Smoke

Yearn heart, yearn! Where’s that intensity in your longing? Where’s that passion in your love? Where’s that fervor in your lust? There isn’t much heat left in fire anymore Nor any water to quench the thirst There’s no craving left in romance Nor enough vigor in passion, There’s no potency in prayer There’s no agony in the heart No desperation in the soul, No lure of the muse No enchanting spells The flame doesn’t sways as much with vim to entice the roving moths. I saw the earth burning all around My world wound up in smoke. ~01/20/22 ~Contest: This or That, Vol 9 "Up in Smoke" ~Sponsor: Edward Ibeh.