Triolet - Delirium
Delirious I am, my love
A fortnight since your last touch
Emptying my useless tears on this clove
Delirious I am, my love
Starving, I search for an oasis, a hidden alcove,
Your belief my sins, treating them as a crutch
Delirious I am, my love
A fortnight since your last touch
This is me trying my hand at a poem format called Triolets- which is an old French term for clover leaf. I was definitely going through it when I wrote this a few months ago, but I wanted to finally post it, and what better way to start my new side blog than with a silly poem about a not-so-silent heartbreak that never left my notepad (until now).










