A Welcomed Hell
I have purposely preserved my voice
As this summer sinks itself to close
My words required more reserve
My stylus only silence spoke
No motion of emotions here
No echo made its way to page
I needed nothing raw to cut my teeth
As waiting has subsumed my rage
I have welcomed sweltering respite
‘Till autumn nestles itself into my nape
When days they die and nights do crisp
A welcomed hell will be released
-a.r.
Painting: an unfinished oil by Rich Pellegrino
sometimesihatemycat 
Wow powerful art
Thank you very much. And thanks so much for reading.