POEM ON A THEME BY BAUDELAIRE

POEM ON A THEME BY BAUDELAIRE
George Freek

The sky is black with regret.
It’s painted in tragic tones.
but self-pity makes me groan.

Crows weave in an out of clouds.
The moon gives an eery light.
It’s that kind of night.

I stare out through my screen.
In autumn the screen looks green.
I search high and low.

I search for a point, some point
unseen, but I feel a parasite
has dug into my spleen.

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