Drowning Night

I see the notion,

held in your hand.

I know of mystique,

for a mystery I am.

Made of brambles,

strewn upon grass

we struggle breathe

air to strangle fast.

I need air I need it

in lungs a heart me

I project to utter it,

set all the ire free.

Sunlight in clouds,

my mind its shroud,

all the bitter things

drown my wit out.

Torn, beaten, spat

upon I’ve felt all of

the tastes of a wine,

I need tender love.

I need to drown all

stings we often hide;

fair is not a world,

let’s drown tonight.

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