Wess Haubrich

Aug 3

A poem.

Source: Pinterest

Poetry Prompt № 6.

Joy:

fleeting like a finch outside in a storm,

downright im-possible for me to sustain —

it runs like a cheetah after a gazelle in

the delirious wild, and dying desert — parched,

dehydrated,

desperately needing

your power to heal my Nihilism;

Fear;

Self-Loathing;

bedevilment at

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Wess Haubrich

Wess Haubrich

Horror, crime, noir with a distinctly southwestern tinge. I am a former contributor editor of an award-winning film site and other projects too.