Dolorous

Day 4,123, 19:45 Published in Ireland Japan by Violence Seth


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Dolorous

Heavy and heady the air,
Sufficient mead to bury,
The icy glass of thought here,
Another crow pesters, then
In a burst of flight, it's blackness wanders
Alone, I wonder where?

I've hunger for company now,
Is it my taste, pallet or tongue?
I crave the rolling hills
Like a half forgotten song, to breathe again
To sync into my readied heart.

The weight of life and it's exhaust pipes,
Coloring the happy white matte with colors to spare,
Content, I've nothing left to smear.
Leave it to wash outdoors in someone else's lot.
Sell it all for a few pound, on a beggar's spot,

I'll try to weave a new song, where once there was no sound.

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