Poetry Drafts / 23 January 2017

a failure

Your pawn, erected. Stiff. Spineless but still standing tall. The ride bumpy, the rose redish pounding. Mine as yours as ours unfold, seismic the beginning, apocalyptic the ending. Without cuddles, a failure.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.