Sorrow and Passion (A Poem)


The quiver of the quill

Dips sorrow into the smoky

Din of the heartless soul

Papier-mâché bandits tip

The acid of desire onto the

Thorny hooves of the demon

Wanderlust is naked

On the throne of despair

Wielding the torch

Of all encompassing twilight

Everlasting fate rips its hand open

On the pin cushion of death

Behold what you seek

Be it truth or reason

Cherish the depths of your soul

True love was never more justly placed

© Bolan-Beaty Boogie

November 1, 2016

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