Buried dream

About unfulfilled dream

Under the hill west of my house
I sat and threw tiny stones
I watched ants doing their thing
I left under the ink black sky
And never went there again
Drunk in my thoughts, I took a long look at the heaven, sipping tears like wine
Moon crescent and glistening
Then I went and shut the windows
Buried myself in an awful sleep

Reviews

[Akinlolu]

Epigrammatic. Unfettered. My regards

[John the Baptist]

God, how I love the short ones!