Taymaz Valley

Lost in music,
I make my way through the crowd.

Short skirts,
Tight T-shirts.

Fluffy Boots,
Glow Sticks.

Whistles,
“Make some noise.”

Tripping on strobes,
Bring on the Smoke Ma…

“Thank you” you said smiling,
Not knowing with what guilt
I had picked the red rose
From the school’s gardens.

“But, I like lilies” you said,
Not noticing my struggle to hide my crushed…

I’m a desiccated teardrop
On a raft of solitude,
Heading out to woeful sea
Of melancholy and misery.

Deserted by all whom I’ve loved
In Incantation of death,
I make my wretched way
T…