Friday, August 26, 2011

Soured -- Poetry 2011

Adamant in her sighing

she forcefully exhaled

disillusionment

over and over each day.

Discontent was an ally…

a constant companion.

Life was empty;

dislodged from prior complacency,

sighing became a routine rhythm.

Breath in; breath out - sigh…

a prolonged and wispy exhale.

No one noticed;

no one commented either…

desecrated libido soured.

Wishing for a final exhale…



8/26/2011

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