Poetry

HER PORTRAIT

Worn with age hanging on my wall Faded by years In her, I find solace Through the multitude of those haunting years Painted brown, blue, pink and yellow A multicoloured pigment from the past Alas, upon her shoulders Once hung my hopes for life A reminder, this is at it …

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SEPTIC WASTE

Stink, foul- bloated The attitude you display Alone and in the midst of friends You got me in feeling “Us” is a mistake To which I must seek an end Inwardly growing always Your voice speaks What you are inwardly thinking And those thoughts stink Pitch black, lacking trust You …

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