It Isn’t The…


It isn’t the wine as I wish it was in a puzzling way
It isn’t the noesis that no being harps along side me
It isn’t the fact that solitude beckons alas too common
It isn’t the harpies who haunted my heart
It isn’t another renascence, oh, belligerent I
It is as it is, from philia I cry
It is as love speaks, it is as tears taste
It isn’t the wraiths, they are spent
It isn’t the cauldron I boil my heart in
It isn’t the senescent odor of my glare
It isn’t the quixotic filibuster that chokes my dreams
It is as it is and it isn’t

K. Roberti