Tag: poetry on wordpress

a cherished few return 
Friend, I’m sorry,
what even happened? 
Tolerable enough
that "hey" would do.
like a boomerang
I cannot stay, 
only come back.
Tell me what you need.
A wax figure 
constant to the flame. 
How do you see fit?
picking cherries out of life
Husks on the ground,
a shell of a man. 
The kernels rotten,
ugly and obscene.