Pledge
I said I can give it my all
Rolled up into a cloud of solemn lies
For she
Carry out while it drifts downstream
Clean my mouth
Wash hers
If that’s all I do today
Five days of the seven
Answer to myself
She has no question
While I spread my riddled path on a sheet
Day three
Blossoming
Be there by ten
I’ll be there by then
When months pass
Is it the resentment that fuels the excitement
A fire to burn the lining
A fizzing that tickles my sternum
Give me more
Give me more
Until I’m content
Will I carry on hopping
Sometimes I hope my next hop
Might just land me in a playground of satisfaction
I didn’t see this coming
If I did
I don’t know what I’d of made of it
Muddy trail or gravel path
That day
I tied my laces a little tighter
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2020 04:26
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
wonderful characterisation of a self-portrait whilst negotiation a challenging time in life, has that quirky depth of Dicaprio's Inception,
with creative imagery and flow, good write
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