My Quest

One hour hence, I'll rouse myself from torpor,
Leave this easy chair, to set off on my evening's
Quest. I'll march forthrightly to a kitchen
Cabinet, and I'll seize a glass, and, with it,
I'll concoct a potion, pure and strong, which
I will drink, but only after I've recited incantations
Which assure that what I've made will transform
Daily dreariness into a dusky joy.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-25 at 21:34

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2019-03-26