What was that luscious dream

You’ve cherished trying to keep in ur trembling hands

And swallows with bloody taste of the first beam on sun

And now you’re choking on air

You’ve taken too much in ur lungs

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2022 01:51
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 10


  • L. B. Mek

    a wonderfully, well thought-out write
    thank you for sharing and inspiring
    my little scribbled reply..
    (yes, its ok to burn our fingers
    when grabbing for those
    temptingly delicious, mirage's of life
    its foolhardy and far - too, costly
    if we throw em in our mouths
    all willy-nilly carefree
    like, pieces of roasted potatoes
    or molten cheese..
    see, some mistakenly ambitious
    bite's of life
    don't cool, easily or quickly
    no matter how much
    we huff and puff
    or loll our tongues out, in despair..
    so then..
    best to be careful, I think
    as all that glistens, appetisingly
    may not be so accommodating
    once we've digested
    its oh so pricy, consequences..)

  • Rocky Lagou

    Wow, quite thought-provoking. You truly describe the sensation well. Great poem.

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