….Yeah and that’s the thing
That’s the strange, inconvenient drill
I see something kind, pure
I feed it with my life force
To protect it, sustain it
So much so that I don’t stop
Even when it buries in me
Its teeth, and its claws
Maybe I am too scared to admit
That all the good things in this world
Are gone, gone adrift.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Bitten by what was taken to be gentle and tender. I have been clawed and bitten by a kitten that looked cute but was feral. That's how this poem takes me.
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Fortunately we still the have the bad things in life ! without that poetry would be pretty dull !
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