Words
Words catch fire
In odd fit,
Reach feels dire
In lost wit.
Sad feels bad
In this space,
Loss of glad
In mad trace.
Glad feels doom
In wild dust,
So make room
Void to trust.
Prize now chokes
In blind sight,
Watch time poke
Blur last light.
Words can bind
Tears that crush,
Here you find
A mad rush.
Bad news bloats
In burnt toast,
Feel time float
In bleak roast.
Sip your drink
As you bait,
Break odd link
In grim wait.
Joy skips bail
As hurts room,
Don't you fail
To seize boom.
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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