thoughts
You say you’ll love me forever..but what about today?
Your vigor, your heart, wholeheartedly smashing doubt
like some benign truncheon of justice
the beat of your heart crafts the song which weaves
about my soul like flesh, and in it I sink
Like a pool of liquid silk which cannot be escaped
Yet why escape?
When all we wish to escape is outside our own skin
The hate, the misery, the grim horizon which creeps
unabated, the seconds of our lives ripped away
to some deep pit which is too ugly to bear a name
What can I say? That’s a keeper. By the way, thank you for not being one of the three types.
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Good question, What about today? (Because tomorrow doesn’t exist yet for me!) Good poem, too!
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