by July 5, 2022 0 comments

When the moon misses its brightness
I feel lonely as a forgotten painting in the gallery at dusk

Do you remember the moments we sipped the sun wine?
I absorb the biological colours of the rainbow

Then splash them above the grey clouds of autumn.
More birds would rise into the blue of her eyes,

They attacked my birthplace and crushed my heart in their infirmary.
I lost my hand and since then I became an alcoholic

Who prays after drinking whiskey from a homesick teacup?
Why so!!
Don’t be!!!
My neighbour doesn’t seem
informed of the coffin I’m carrying since I accepted your friendship…

editors note:

A lack exposed, an addict empowered. – mh clay

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