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July Was Unforgiving
Michelle D. Lewis |
July came and went…
without incident
leaving nothing behind but
permanent, parched memories of
unforgiving, sultry, summer days.
The wheels of creation slowly sank
into a molten abyss of nothingness;
the sun was unrelenting.
Moments of inspiration
were vapors on the wind;
mere fragmented thoughts
melting sorely onto the
sweltering asphalt, dissipating
into silence above some
empy, forgotten highway
never...never to be heard again.
Time was lost…
Words were lost…
Poetry was lost…
July was unforgiving.
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