in

Sad Nuisance

I have snatches

of images

of you

all torn and asunder

you sit under

that tree

so barren

and stark

despite the lush park

your eyes swollen

yet sunk

your emaciation

giving you skunk

your mind is as berserk

as that of a best mad man

I do not wish to spark

your eyes

and magnet your mind

it is best as dead

lest it turns

a nuisance sad!

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Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.