Spleen

On a road that is too steep

murky memories are hard to keep.

Ineffable injuries  are very very  deep

They move at a  creep but

they ‘ve grown to a huge  heap .

 Sour sadness has taken a long leap

and my soul proves to be so cheap

that I start to wheeze and weep

then I  plunge into a nightmarish sleep.

 

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3 Responses

  1. awe this was sad friend, but we cannot always write about sweet things, great imagery 🙂

  2. Such deep sadness convey in your poem…well said.

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