The match you struck
leaves its sulfur
like slept on sheets
retain outline
of lovers
who before morning must rise
shake off their reverie and hope
of life containing pleasure and warmth
submerging in cold water
become once again closed faced
workers in suckled world
with cast heads staring at concrete floor
whilst cats above
on roof tops
cry to one another
sounding much like
ourselves if we were to
just
let it out
Wow! How accurate is this?!? I suspect many feel exactly like this.
I think so. It’s not all bad but it helps when you let out things when they get too much.
Indeed. 😊
Amazing, Lady! 💙 I’m running to catch up with your beautiful river of words as it rushes past. Forgive me for my tardiness.
I’ve been writing far too much of late do not worry about it! you know i’m very mercurial in my output! sometimes i struggle other times i struggle to contain myself
Excellent.
Dear Em, thank you so very much!
My pleasure to read 🙂
This piece goes beyond excellent, beyond phenomenal. You are…… You are phenomenal
🙂 thank you so much my lovely friend
It is such a delight Candice
Oh Wow! That cat reference! I feeeeel that! Yes! Vivid imagery.
Yowling, howling, screeching cats on tin fences in the midnight dark – maybe we could morph into one at full moon just to let it all out !
Maybe we should, like cats, let it all out in that way. I’ve actually done something like that and it is a great release!!! 🙂 <3
I agree! The primal scream no less!
Oh absolutely!!! 😘
A wonderful post. An apt vivid account of familiar oft unsaid emotions .
Dearest Veena thank you so much!
Superb
I do believe we all must