Fuming

In the sun, frying into a parched crispness,

Vapors of my soul’s essence release

And are freed from the dreariness of unrequited love 

It is my hope that this love finds and binds

with the one who has caused me to drink in tears

Drowning my future happiness

Ruining all the promises that a heart holds inside

Where it becomes imprinted for many sorrowfully empty years, and death has no fire escape 

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2 thoughts on “Fuming

  1. Hello Eva dear,
    I dropped out of blogging for some time due to life commitments. Saw the email about your post.
    “Fuming” – sad, very sad.
    All good wishes from a friend,
    Eric

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