![]() CIRCUMSTANCES, OHA Poem by kublakhan27![]() 02 06 14![]()
Circumstances, oh
how they bludgeon me like nails to a bed of poisoned taffy and the torture it entails Holy water I would swear is in her sweat, it pools and falls drop by drop on my recessed identity till reason calls Absolution, oh how I crave it in this state of hypothetical hand washings and the touches they sedate Enlightenment will not strike twice and can't be bottled, for she's shattered all the bottles I was hiding for a bender on what mattered So I'm sobered and deprived of all aplomb; it paints the drain of days I count with scratches on the wall between me and her comfort's reign © 2014 kublakhan27Author's Note
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Added on February 6, 2014Last Updated on February 6, 2014 Author![]() kublakhan27Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutMy first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review. www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..Writing
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