when the morning comes
i’ll yearn for transcendence again
tho’ the days keep piling all around
but before i know it i’ll be choking on fire
the fulsome hate behind your words
we’re not the object of your resentment
your feelings are way too big for our insides
we’re wayfaring strangers, not obliging quintains
so tilt at yourself please and leave us alone
don’t make us breach like worn out wineskins
is this what you want, to slut shame us?
fine, if it helps then you’re the higher one
and we are the weak, tawdry, ignoble
so when the morning comes you’ll have won
and i’m sure this knowledge will have warmed your bed
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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Wow, this is a good one!
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I’m glad you like it. Thanks! 😛
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Wow, I love this!! The emotion behind it just screams at you. Very well done!!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Tony… I could totally relate with your words… The second stanza is so `vivid´ and truly reached me… thanks for sharing…. all the best to you. Aquileana 💫
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I’m so glad you could relate, Aquileana. It wasn’t a fun thing to go through, that’s for sure. But hey, at least we can get some poetry out of such situations, huh? 😛
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I absolutely agree… 😀
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