Desperation

Thu, 08/13/2020 - 21:06 -- Sp@ce

Desperation, Desperation, Desperation.

She reeks of it

What is the little bird trying to find?

I still chase stray cats onto the street

 

Desperation, in the form of love

Desperation, in the form of pleasure

2 am on a Friday night.

 

The bird wanted a nest

I wanted the cat

The bird died in the storm

The cat ran away.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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