longing…

so quiet tonight…
is the world at peace…
no guns going-off…
not a soul is stirred…

and it was this way after we made love…
you asleep…
a poem in my heart…
tranquil…solace…

trains whistle faintly…
passing cars sound like waves…
the hum of the fridge…
darkness of night…

these whispers go through me…
your ghost haunts me…
i cry…
it is never quite silent…

thoughts of past…
a heartache in the moment…
our journey ended…
was never to complete…

so quiet tonight…
is the world at peace…
no guns going-off…
not a soul is stirred…

is there silence in Syria…
time to reflect on a Middle Eastern moon…
Palestine…oh Palestine…what do you long for…
does Israel hear your call…

here I sit…
longing for you…
no bullets fly here…
the spoilings of melancholy…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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