Blue
Summer
Proportional
to suffering humanity sees you less
Is it
your withdrawal and quietness from distress?
Your
invisible black mourning dress
Into the
tunnel of abstract duress
Around
your soul the attire is tied
Nobody to
look into saddened eyes
You sigh
alone in the dungeon of utter loneliness
In the
wretched heat of an abandoned summer you feel cold and less
What ails
and drags you down into the emotional gutter?
The
intangible whose nature is that of a clownish torturer
Closing
your eyes in half-tears and sobs
Everything
around usually soft, now harsh
Witness
the changing light powered by emotion
You see
but also feel this abstract lotion
Where’s
the magic kiss to deny this affliction?
The lot
of the lonely heart believing in romantic fiction
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