St. Lucian Beauty ~ Photo by Patrice

Sultry humid, tired and dry
Looking for languid
Solemn I cry
No redemption neither remorse
I stand corrected
Powered with force.

Softly gentle, kindly kind
I trudge onward
In a mindless mind.

No heaven to help me
No devil to care
Follow the angry, uphold the rare
Sight of forgiveness, gasp for air
Holding on
I hope I’m spared.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson 2016