Have you ever drank
from a dusty well of words
or choked on the fat….
of longing –
or seen the life - - -
fade from her eyes.
As each brick
slides….. all the way down
deep –
into the circle.
A bonfire –
of destitute and phrases
and thoughts…..
like rats, which scurry by.
Dot's and marks…..
and scribbles
words which make us cry –
but can you not throw your pail
and pull-up –
just those simple words.
The ones….
which make you smile!
from a dusty well of words
or choked on the fat….
of longing –
or seen the life - - -
fade from her eyes.
As each brick
slides….. all the way down
deep –
into the circle.
A bonfire –
of destitute and phrases
and thoughts…..
like rats, which scurry by.
Dot's and marks…..
and scribbles
words which make us cry –
but can you not throw your pail
and pull-up –
just those simple words.
The ones….
which make you smile!
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