Noah drowned

The warm soothing feeling

Of whisky laden blood

A numb fuzzy sentiment

Who bothers about the flood?

He drowned, you know

It was his fate

No saviour around

No-one at his gate

Waiting to wave a friendly hello

No-one as his cornerstone

Just the taste of vomit from below.

The warm soothing feeling

Of a laden missile scud

A numb emotionless feeling

Drained of all lifeblood.

lifenoah

◄ Touch of a Butterfly

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 24th Jun 2020 07:58

Thanks, Tom

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 24th Jun 2020 07:57

Thank you, Po. You are always very kind.

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Jon Stainsby

Tue 23rd Jun 2020 10:53

Thank you, Brian.

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Tue 23rd Jun 2020 10:30

The rhyming drew me in Jon. Good piece.

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