INDY MELANCHOLY

New York street sillhouette

street light, stop light

Predawn, hasty lovers quarrel

stumble toward the haze

Day struggles to pretend

it's supposed to be here

Night desappears

Dawn happens

 

If you transpose love

into the equation of life

you get chaos which works itself out

Yes, there is fallout

Pain and doubt, questions abound

Just tell me the truth, even if it hurts

Sombre rain

I have looked at death which wants death

Wants itself

Becomes routine, walking away

Reviews

[Marguerite]

nice!! I really like this piece.