Deep Blue TideA Poem by Desert KnaveA bipolar thing
It makes me
More terrified Than food laced With cyanide Or a young Pregnant bride When it's around I run and hide Lock the doors and stay inside As I won't share The deep blue tide It's mine alone Until I've died Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2024
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1 Review Added on July 29, 2024 Last Updated on July 29, 2024 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more..Writing
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