Tired Poem by Christoph Praus
Tired
You seem spent rotten, friend,
You fiend, eaten all my good will away,
I'd love to tell what it's about,
More than I can say;
But not yet, fear not,
Give sheer anger back,
To you, the black bile whole,
I'll drink,
And drink it with a rictus grin,
Seems a little mean,
You think?
Friday, February 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Mind
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