UMBRAGE
By Alan Stallsmith
There's umbrage,
in loneliness
I feed off its sad
As an oxygen
laced with
Stubble of little glass
My unattainable muse
Photographic
In my mind's memory
Keeps me yearning
Exquisitely alive
And killing me
Mad
With desire.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
UMBRAGE
By Alan Stallsmith
There's umbrage,
in loneliness
I feed off its sad
As an oxygen
laced with
Stubble of little glass
My unattainable muse
Photographic
In my mind's memory
Keeps me yearning
Exquisitely alive
And killing me
Mad
With desire.
