Tracing the Silhouette of Her Body in My Mind

What god has tossed my soul
Upon this stormy path
Of lonely longing unfulfilled?

I live incensed
At my own existence
Every sunset dusk
That she walks away
In another’s arms.

I drive furiously
The boulevards of jealousy
And weep on midnight streets
Of perfumed rejection
Lost in the fragrance
Of her scarf!

poem by Uriah HamiltonReport problemRelated quotes
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