Exhaust Poem by Mike Mendoza

Words and abundance
Red ribbon, how triumphant
Looks like this area's marked
Different after the dark
Low lives with nothing else to do
Desperate to bring something new

Surrounded and there's a lone figure
Bitter, frustration or sweet as sugar
Post paradise to balance on strings
Those lips spill more as your eyes seek him

Still mended with a bit of scuff
Wondering who you were thinking of
A baby begins life. While you end mine with a lie
Magnificent. Magnified. The love. We tried
I'm in the woods. In the chilled
Who's in love? The spoiled or who fell