The Poet

Inherently inclined towards strong spirits,
The poet,
She writes at the witching hour.

Enduring each oscillation of affectations
Scripting laments
upon her swollen, rozened knees
sorrow imbued in asymmetrical meters
and melancholy within her words, divined

The poet
continues her scripture,
defunct with the passage of time.

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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