CIRCUMSTANCES, OHA Poem by kublakhan2702 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 Authorkublakhan27Nova 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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