Seminal work

Now drifting in slumber

beyond another climactic disappointment,

the issue drying on swollen flesh.

 

He addresses the day upon re-awakening,

its all downhill from here.

 

The guilt of desire,

the guilt of waste.

 

He imagines the love he will never know,

and curses the animal that saddles him.

 

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raypool

Sat 17th Sep 2016 23:19

Although the conception of this is a serious thing , I believe in the second verse you have added a dash of dark humour; the two guilty concepts seem to be like a flushing away of negatives - for they are mutually irreconcilable. All the time I can see your laser mind at work.

A fine offering David. (clever title too).

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 13th Sep 2016 10:00

Thanks for reading and commenting Estelle.

David.

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Estelle Haward

Mon 12th Sep 2016 12:13

Strong words.

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