Summer Squalls

False fabrications
Of hope’s deviations
A monopoly on monochrome romance.
All just a winding railway
Of ramshackle promises
Collated and prorated
Until the warranty expires?
Hacked up and dissected,
Defenses erected,
Denials perfected,
Packaged with ribbons and bows.
Saddled and bridled,
Ridden for miles ’till
We shoot it for pulling up lame.

No oasis.
(For those stuck in stasis)

Thunderclouds build in the sky.
Let it rain.
Let it rain.
Let it rain.

© Brandewulf 2018

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