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Outlier
galleons
sunk
my treasure abound
where shall I beg thee
to cut, to bleed
to supercede inaction
interaction
the hiding of the mood
the lens
I breathe the ashes of the undead
swirling in the pipes of time
echoes smoke
I gasp at your infertility
don't lie and I won't lie
two bodies
inhumanely impaled
the weak, the frail
don't forgive those
who can't forgive themselves
sunk
my treasure abound
where shall I beg thee
to cut, to bleed
to supercede inaction
interaction
the hiding of the mood
the lens
I breathe the ashes of the undead
swirling in the pipes of time
echoes smoke
I gasp at your infertility
don't lie and I won't lie
two bodies
inhumanely impaled
the weak, the frail
don't forgive those
who can't forgive themselves
Published 27th Feb 2020
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27th Feb 2020 4:54am
It took me a long time to learn to forgive myself before expecting forgiveness from others. Nice spill.
27th Feb 2020 3:06pm
Whoa. If this isn't a spear-piercing truth, nothing is. That last couplet is bone-chilling, Tim. Well done!
27th Feb 2020 10:28pm
My favorite stanza:
I breathe the ashes of the undead
swirling in the pipes of time
echoes smoke
I gasp at your infertility
But the whole poem resonates. Excellent work, JusTim.
I breathe the ashes of the undead
swirling in the pipes of time
echoes smoke
I gasp at your infertility
But the whole poem resonates. Excellent work, JusTim.
