Sewer of the soul

sorenbarrett

Emotions, a toilet overflowing,

regurgitated, digested refuse

which we wish was not showing

Now a mess on the loose

 

Sewer of the soul

empties in a pipe's crust of rust

Unwanted debris in the bowl

thrust in a sour smell of must

 

To the silver tongue do not rush

its throat may still be stopped

if you flush there will only be a gush

over a floor you just have mopped

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2023 16:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Goldfinch60

    Clever write soren but my sewer was emptied a long time ago.

    Andy

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Andy for the review. Yes mine has been emptied as well.

    • orchidee

      And - in olden days they chucked it out of their windows to the street below. Poor people who were passing by just then! Yuk!

    • L. B. Mek

      'To the silver tongue do not rush'
      (each lie
      we sale to ourselves, become
      a corrosive taint on our souls)
      Brilliant imagery, dear Poet
      thank you!



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