Waiting on a wave
To catch
My breathe
But the ocean fire of
Your discontent
It knows no rest
Pleading with this stream
To sail
The sea
But the rivers blaze of
Your honesty
It wont hold me
You've got the face
Of hell and back
Painted on your skin
I would gladly
end our pact
But where the hell
To begin?
The water won't wash us
Clean of these sins
If they're even sins at all
The earth won't cleanse us
From where we've been
If we've been anywhere at all
How does that old saying go
The one the whiskey breath froze
As the bells of winter chime
it's better the devil you know
Than the devil you don't
know how to disguise.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2021 11:04
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Comments2
Nice poem, Ed.
some wonderful imagery, thanks for sharing dear poet
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