Winter 2020

No one could see 20/20

Photo by Daiwei Lu on Unsplash
Photo by Daiwei Lu on Unsplash

It is surely the winter of my discontent,
Made irradiated summer by my curt rhymes.
All the ashes that were scattered upon my bent
grave heart are sadly imitated for all mimes.
Charlie Chaplin alleviates the suffering
but my pain lingers on in midst of anarchy.
I am again left wandering and wondering
whether the tide will ebb before the anomy
that is threatening to engulf me, us, becomes
irremediably the…




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Patrick M. Ohana

Patrick M. Ohana

Medical writer who reads & writes fiction & some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former.

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