Before it’s Too LateA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeRegrets can hurt ….
Before
it’s Too Late Over my unfilled glass’s rim
A blurred world drearily hums
In a kaleidoscope of nonsense
Stagnant conversations bouncing
Off tight finger plugged ears
Block gossiping forked tongues
Loose careless attitudes abound
So must evade poisoned shrapnel
As last encounter scars still show
Heart requires faultless breastplate
To protect against unclean notions
From targeted onslaught temptations
Must imbibe from my bottle of sanity
And purge this toxin from my veins
Before unrighteousness steals my soul
Back from the brink of dark abyss
I pull and stretch my common-sense
To right all past wrongs I’ve made
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8 Reviews Added on July 3, 2018 Last Updated on July 3, 2018 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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