The Literary Forest Poetry Magazine

Chamomile

She was sipping rum with lime,

I was on diazepam.

A goddess naked, so divine,

I never really had a plan.

I’ll drive on through that winter storm,

This Minnesotan love reborn,

Her face, it wears a scorn.

All alone, all alone,

At your feet

I kneel,

So bitter, so bitter,

But sweet,

Like chamomile.

Elias King is an aspiring author and poet from the midwest, specifically a little place known as Charles City, Iowa. His work is centered around a mostly gothic or dark theme.