Short Slavishly Poems

A methylated river flows
Through the verdant hills
It suffocates the pastures 
It maculates the mills

Its waters burn and blister
They torturously bend
To Tartarus below
They slavishly descend

I only hear the torrent
On certain times of year
When days are counted fewest
And Death is reckoned near...

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I sit by sorrow's streams
Amidst wistful longing
Your first soft kiss that lingered
will forever haunt my dreams

How sad it seems
to be so slavishly in love
weary even of life, 
such sorrowful extremes, 

but I hear remnants of our song
and pine for your possession
to live without you is my bane
life has dealt a bitter wrong

lost in the loneliness
this bereft heart grieves
solace now I seek, in
whiskey's lullaby to forgetfulness

ALesiach © 07/27/2019...

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