Silent
Of late I have been bombarded
With noises and interuptions that
Have jangled me towards a dark
Fizzing depth.
Ahh my old adversary called me...
How I love to see me doubt a second.
It's a regular struggle each morning
To not scream at all the wankers!
Today I've gone back to my garden...
You would not believe the flowers...
And all are silent but the bees.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-07-21 at 02:02
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