I am about to post a poem. It’s a poem what I wrote.
I write a lot of poems. I spend weeks of my life tweaking them until I’m happy and then I place them in a box full of stuff.
Every so often I go through the box full of stuff and throw all the poems away. I don’t know why…..
You always were reptilian – cold blooded,
Treacherous and extremely dangerous to know.
A three chambered heart,
Sealed off but beating
Beating behind a row of heavy carbon teeth.
You stretch out sinister smiles,
Marble eyed and perfectly still,
Summoned and unreal.
You coerce tears watching as their sharp edges
Gather in the deep dark pools
You tend like a garden.
Unforgiven, you do not forgive
There you go then. A poem what I wrote and put in a box. But now it’s on my blog and I can’t throw it away!
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