The corner of Despair and Regret
with a gray thought her singular tale
a distinguished title of blood and foam
Fetus of feeling no more
eyes never looking aft but
oblige a tree auditor
across the street
footfalls across
wet streets
hellish regrets of
that unknown giant
of all words i stalk
is despair the trembled unknown
whose slippery body is Death’s
greatest pal; a young woman within
an older male’s path –> sweet slow
animal fearsomely who do keep her
Sunday flower.

:: 08.29.2020 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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