Obscured

The darkness gathers thickly around a proud sunflower. 

My beat quickens before it fades. 

I am afraid of being silent, 
so I pour myself into the night. 

My intricacies dissolve
into the single obnoxious notion that I am alive.  

Charming, 
we humans are.  

We watch the dusk 
and smile
and rhapsodize,

before, 
surrending our bodies.  . 

This morning I woke with:
a sour gut,
aching limbs, 
an unmanageable brain, 
and an empty inside. 

 

Yellow Sweater

WA

YWP Alumni Advisor

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