Wildflowers

Heavy eyes
Failing to look towards
The light,
Even when itโ€™s dark as midnight,
As if searching for the emptiness
They wish to escape.
Sinking, hollow pit
Pulling down the guts,
Anchoring them to the immovable
Feast of a desperate life,
Malignant melancholy
That freezes the heart
Between beats,
And rips the hair at the root
Before eating away
At the skin,
Hopeless living
Hopeless loss
Hopeless love,
Sinking into the dewy blades
Of overgrown summer grass
And scorched wildflowers,
Canary as the birds I used to hear
Singing,
When the sun would rise
And the soul could still eat
At the banquet of immortal life.

Original Work: Kelsey H. 7.14.17

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