Poem – “Broke, Jobless, but in Love” – Romance – 8/23/2019

There’s a famous way to recreate,
What has always deprived my soul,
Of recollection;
Of the memory that sits
On the crown of thorns above my brow,
It drips smallest droplets,
Of vermilion, to my tongue.
What do I taste?
I taste a love so sweet, and still, so bitter,
I taste my failure raising from a daunting Hell,
And I feel my beloved’s breath like a cooling wind,
To calm this roaring pain.

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