An Ideal Situation Poem by Nathaniel Colbert

An Ideal Situation



Sometimes i wonder why we feel anything at all...
Candle light flickers and dies, blood-red wax on ivory bones. But all this is nothing. Nothing but a thought, a thought of death and feeling and flowers and corpses- wrapped in a brown paper bag and thrown though your window at 3 AM.

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Nathaniel Colbert

Nathaniel Colbert

Wakefield, Massachusets
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