The Tarnished Picturesque Of Me

Loaded is the mind.
Sunk underneath the
bottom of no desire.

No delight can revel
the disquiet and the
misgiving.

Hours went by unnoticed,
quickly changing the
seasons of sentiments.

The tarnished picturesque
of me is calculated unevenly,
imperfectly defined.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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