Deception

Long and heavy-hot, July-Doldrum-Days; Shag hazy thought as staggering, drunk strays; Desperation fraught in scorching-hot-rays! Instinct (not wisdom taught) seeks cool caves. Safe, in a hidden spot! As my long-lost slaves… I reclaim my thought, my icy-blue-memory saves, My present re-caught in isolation my soul craves. Rid of the fiery onslaught! By cool, blue waves… … More Deception