Occupy Poetry

Five Past Midnight

BY Saira Viola

Creased lines of sadness mourn the pockets of your eyes
Your hair matted with nostalgia
Shuffling around like a wounded dog
Your waist sagging with indifference
Where did you go and how did you get here
Just a sodden reminder of yesterday.

From: 
La vérité

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