Vacant hourA Poem by Melissa FrostFor a brief moment.....the weight had been lifted
Seeking refuge from an arid affair
I find only a distorted view Shall I act upon inner wounds Or revel in my stark exterior Digesting grief born of a tempestuous union Plumbing the depths of my intricate soul I acquire solitude This is but a minor holiday For I am a practical traveler A healthy appetite for warmth and sweet imperfections Seeking the orchard, a place of fresh starts Rummaging for the intoxicating vine
© 2012 Melissa FrostAuthor's Note
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