the sadness of a writer
is a taste of salt
bickering me at nights
when silence still is silent
too much pondering
all thoughts wander deep
inside where many secrets
can’t contain the ligaments
with this melancholy
absorbing me many hours
i cannot think anymore
bland is the atmosphere
no good and harm
the air of luck is false
animosity is my enemy
i write with relief
2014
chester maynes 
as long as that sadness brings out something haunting …
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