Black-eyed Susan
Oh Black-eyed Susannah,
U gave me an apathetic gaze yesterday, which made me go
insane with your black chalky pupil all again.
It's making my heart recite Byron's "SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY" again and
again.
Your summer face and glow is what I crave all day.
That enticing amber look of yours under the pastel yellow
sunshine is too alluring that it paints the entire townlet yellow.
All the evening dew are waiting to fall on you.
Why are you perennial? I have nothing to adore when you get back to that winter sleep of yours. I miss you badly the entire winter that I always imagine your tender and citrine-tinted
corolla rubbing my face gently.
Come back soon my Black-eyed Susannah, My Love!
I'm waiting for your visit
with my paper and quill nearby me, to idolize you and your black-hued iris all over again Again
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About the Creator
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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