JUNGLE

by mcbryto_oh in Writing on December 24, 2021

Quintessence of a fluid floating
Lives into abyss of bubbling flumes
Is man lost in jungle of thirst
Trapped between the laps of life
Gulping oil that flows to keep memories
Of how crafted goals never witness fortnight
Poor god wore smiles to shake off flakes
That suppose a father with fading morrow
Of wilting leaves on stage where dances are forced
A sail through veins of discarded pieces
With failed strength on the street of throes
No one sees what homes in on in his lungs
He keeps them safe for the time when
Yarns usher their plights with shallow relief
A second break to pick up a tarted body
A blue face and the little flame
That keeps his faith fate—full.