Treacherous Joy

Treacherous Joy

 

I seek refuge
In the passing slums
The roving shadows
Of brief satisfaction

The passage of joy
Colors mere moments
Of the bright, broader days
So impassioned
So reckless and full

I shed words
In monotone
Beyond the reach of dusk
Amid a spell of worry

I totter unhinged
Until refuge returns
And the sorrow’s I keep
All fester unseen

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