A little bit there,
And the tar is mixed-
Turfs of teal, steel, and a
Drop of tear.
And into the throat,
And what it becomes is not a road.
But a bliss of black bile-
But it tears the mind,
Roils the soul,
Thickens the intestines,
Bares the flesh,
And finally,
The tears roll down.
Teal.
A little bit of Heartbreak,
Steel.
A little of everything bad and ugly,
And the tar is mixed.
For the bitter biles that filter through their croaks,
Tear the silent air,
But still the storm within.
Post written by @funmiakinpelu, edited and posted by @camzy
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