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The Lapsing

Strange, where
life's waters have carried me.
After all these years,
                          I drift.

                           

Sandy shores hold
no joy, walking
on water-logged feet and
                          cold marrow.

                                                   
A poet can descend
nameless, though
I bite my tongue
                                 
                          and cry



I need a drink.



                             

                             

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  • missgreenkristine
    October 7
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    Mmmmmm...

    You're like an onion grilled cheeseburger...you always hit the spot.

    kristina m.

  • sleepinglion
    October 6

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    Wonderful words showing true melancholy, wisdom is never far away I feel at times like this, well done
    David

  • fearlesslyBroken
    October 4

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    "Strange, where
    life's waters have carried me"

    beautiful..