10/27/2015
Burning desire without a flame
a beautiful face who has no name
The magnificent lioness who cannot be tamed
for you, my aching heart beats.
I'm the king of the jungle with a silent roar
an albatross who cannot soar
a foreboding rain cloud that refuses to pour
broken, depressed, incomplete.
A moonless night leads to a dawnless morn.
A cloudless shower—a windless storm
Unresolved tension—the perfect chord.
My melancholy soul depletes.