Disenthral
your idea of attainment
Happiness
seeks fulfillment through compaionable distribution
A
forlorn essence born out of heartache
longing
for a friend who understands
life
can seem fickle as memories of you conquer my nostalgia
uneager
to let go
My
inefficiency tastes like a lemon
Approaching
the edge now , my appendage in sight
Unconcerned
of my cold feet
As
in the breeze a timid heroism blows in.
By
Gary Molloy.
