Vacation Hot Spot

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, PoetryTags:, , , , , , , ,

Do I procrastinate?

My lips,
they feel
raw,
old,
abused
by
their
wearer.

I vowed to leave
this desert,
where water
is acidic.

Glass shard towers
wore away.

I’m only
another molecule
of sand.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.

Leave a comment