Without Her Triptych
A LINGERING indecision laid bare
and morning sighed with me beside
internal debates fleeing
asylum with turmoil between
fret and fear
so i decide...
a narrow splinter jiggles my mind
like how someone treated me --
a wreck;
love, like us, a barren and somber alter
without her triptych
and questions remain.
:: ~ ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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