Like a fish escaping my grasp
Leaving a faint tickle of its scales
To linger on my gentle palm
A dream slipped through the
Moist edges of my eyes,
Leaving me to sulk through
In soreness of an infertile sleep.
Like the last gravel of sand
That left a hint of its earthly scent
As it slithered through my clasp
An untimely desire perished
As my heart hastened its birth
Leaving me to silently brood
In colossal pain of early abortion.
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fruitless-expectations/
