Poetic Wax (Poetry)

lighted candle on white book beside black glass bottle

Inject the poor soul with poetic wax
A formula one for sweet sounding trax
Left you a cold one with cinnamon fizzy
One soul’s track is another one’s dizzy

Man walks alone and his soul turns to dust
The Woman gives in to a heart full of lust
She seeks her fortune with unbridled force
He suffers consequence of sudden divorce

By dark of night are written sad stories true
In the air hints of decay as the vultures flew
With manuscripts buried in thick paper stacks
Tales of misfortune preserved now in wax

May 23, 2021

Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.
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