AN IMP OF SOLACE

    impish

Inertia steals like a thief

Then I only heave

What else to do?

Lazy bone from you

Has me imprisoned so

Vivid clarity never, ho

Heaviness in heavenly proportion

My intelligence brings distortion

Perching on lifeless trees

Once inhibited by busy bees

Wish the bees could be here

To alleviate this searing fear

Solace, sweet solace

Send an imp to my place

©Warigon2017

POETIC JUSTICE 42 – By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

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