Sing/Moan

 

my heart never did sing

I two-stepped to their beat and left it

instead my call was like a moan to the pounding sun

harmonious howl while wiping tears with a towel

or was it sweat?

can’t tell anymore because they’ve both met

it’s some kinda special bitterness that’s nebulous

and somehow there is joy in that LOST they’re in

more like false comfort that keeps pain hidden

while anxiety hangs in the smoky air

and it clings to my towel and stings as I stare

at how they inhale, fight that hacking cough

so I push through the smoky chorus line

as they force those notes of insincerity

my moan still harmonizes with them

what a sound

such a sound

Reviews

[Toney Vega]

Awesome, I really like the ambiance you made and the alliteration you put in there. You're quite the pen-person in my opinion :)