SAVIOUR

‚Why are you irritated

My friend?‘ The Facebook

Lobbyist exclaims.

‘Well’.

The poet collects himself

And speaks with a low voice.

‘It wasn’t always this way’

‘Aha’.

‘For a long time my spouse

Sank into the stupor of an

Incommunicative mode

And I was left at the curb

Of abandoned souls’.

‘Oh I’m sorry’ the lobbyist

Said.

‘Well. That is until I was

Picked up by a Southern

Looking woman

A poetess in her own right

As it turned out.

She – my saviour led me

Along with prompts and

Love.

Patiently.

Compassionately.

A loving Muse with lots

Of passion.

SAVIOUR.RUOIVAS

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

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