AN OLD LONGING
a man with all the trimmings
of success
finds it hard to accept that he
is lonely
deep inside him
outside the roar of the city
drowns him no end
the lights blind him and he
rushes back to his room one
fine morning
to see his nudity again
on the floor worshiping the
souls of his feet he offers
tears again as the longing
of whom he truly loves
reverberates again like termites
coming out from the walls
creeping on his skin tasting
how delicious can he be
in this hour of reckoning
AN OLD LONGING
a man with all the trimmings
of success
finds it hard to accept that he
is lonely
deep inside him
outside the roar of the city
drowns him no end
the lights blind him and he
rushes back to his room one
fine morning
to see his nudity again
on the floor worshiping the
souls of his feet he offers
tears again as the longing
of whom he truly loves
reverberates again like termites
coming out from the walls
creeping on his skin tasting
how delicious can he be
in this hour of reckoning
a man with all the trimmings
of success
finds it hard to accept that he
is lonely
deep inside him
outside the roar of the city
drowns him no end
the lights blind him and he
rushes back to his room one
fine morning
to see his nudity again
on the floor worshiping the
souls of his feet he offers
tears again as the longing
of whom he truly loves
reverberates again like termites
coming out from the walls
creeping on his skin tasting
how delicious can he be
in this hour of reckoning
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