Obsession Poem by Graham Leese

Obsession

Rating: 5.0


Wading through the tar-
It seems November has died
Of some kind of cancer.

Thoughts wash over
Each other like young lovers;
Crashing waves fading.

The light grey skies congeal-
Darkening like blood
Under the skin at about 3pm.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

A grim view, natural phenomena turned into points of depression and obsession. Peace, L&T

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