My heart hangs like humidity in the air cloying,
compressed, confused
My armpits are pouring with sweat and my brow drips
It's not the closeness of the air that does this. The vista
of my future
fractures, shards of dreams raining
down
Past and present rendered
futile
My perceptions questioned and the vanity of my intentions laid
bare for all to mock
All my harsh words shouted in advertisement. My kind words
silent and deleted
The apology that would heal this wrong stuck like cold
porridge in my throat,
too late
to be delivered.
MDC
September 2019
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