Prolific Sadness. Poem by Peter Vealey
Prolific Sadness.
Rating: ★3.5
Tripping inexorably
Into the games of yesteryear.
Swearing at myself.
So boringly!
Lingering on a time long-gone,
Of well-traveled
Avenues of delusions!
You and I
Never had the stomach for.
Amidst empty songs of
Lustful bravado.
Hung out to dry!
The Jury left chortling
Down the roads
Of endless nights
Of sorrowful banter.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: reflections
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5/24/2024 7:25:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Its always sad when love breaks down. Good poem