Challenge
Challenge of the Month XLII
Two words for this one: Long poem. Winner will be decided by likes, and the panel. We know, we're complicated. Anyway, long poem of yours, about anything at all. 100 big ones for the winner. GO.
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hazy anemoia
Cicadas chirp outside
Their song seeping through the screened door
It is a humid night
Like many nights
I have known before
The stars twinkle miles away
Spread in the tapestry of the sky
Or maybe not so far away
For they dance in my own eyes
It hurts
To stand below and watch
To be so distanced
From what I once knew
For I don’t belong
In this encasement of flesh
And carnal
Vile
Nasty thoughts
I don’t belong here
And neither do you