the scorching passion of a thousand flaming suns

can’t propel me to where my first sorry tale was spun
where bucking wild horses failed to meet my eye

and deeply buried secrets-under wraps just lie
where an impassable gulf is between my present and past
and my future is certain-as the die has been cast


, #©Vivian Zems

Real Toads– I am my own Muse, a poem of 55 words, # cherita