Thursday, 17 August 2017

Where to Now?


Let’s force the sinners into Heaven,
for happiness is overrated.

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Fill every day with dumb distractions
which ride the falling waves of pointless.

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No memory could match those losses
found in my unknown father’s grave.

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Your table laid with food I could not eat:
I ended up both starved and poisoned.

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Reality viewed upside-down was
no less confusing than my latest poem.

1 comment:

  1. what terrible losses for a sonless father, a fatherless son fares little better

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