On hold


On hold

Let me lie in the heat
on steaming pools of oil
Soaking the rusty wheels
refusing to turn
lest someone hear them creak
Don’t want to talk
Vibrations may mar the shapes of air art
Don’t want to drink
and dilute the concoction
pain has formed with dreams.
No more thinking in hues of hope
Black is in fashion right now
Why breathe in any longer?
Lungs burst with your passion
Inhaled, unleashed, yet secretly
held unexhaled!

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