Born as a leak in love
soiled rumpled sheets
a torn private's glove
nursed on dried shrunken teats
Raised in a box
each sniffle beaten
shoes without sox
food, rat droppings sweeten
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: April 8th, 2024 04:51
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Bella Shepard
Comments4
It's rat droppings for KP's dinner tonight! I'm cooking! She dunno why I keep a pet rat. lol.
Orchi shame on you those are only to add spice and sweeten she will need more nourishment that that. Thanks for the read my friend.
Wow, way to go dear sorrenbarret, having read this a few times it is very powerful. 🌹
Again you are very generous in you comments Teddy I appreciate your taking of your time to read these passing thoughts and scribbles. 'Thank you so much
After reading this poem several times I felt a connection between "born as a leak of love" and "a torn privates glove", perhaps reference to a condom? The result, an unwanted and perhaps abandoned child left in poverty, after dirty love. Stunning write my friend. Or, maybe I've misinterpreted.
Thank you so much dear Bella. No you are astutely right on target Bella and once again your comments are deeply appreciated.
Very strong and intriguing words soren.
Andy
Thanks Andy your read is most appreciated.
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