Words...Ad Nauseam Poem by alan pieterse

Words...Ad Nauseam



I sad,
I cry,
Inside slowly,
listening to the
tick-tock
of my ancient clock,
I die.

I stare at the
empty shell casing,
the brassy glint,
a wicked reminder,
I look up,
at the holes
in the ceiling,
partially hidden.

I am still angry,
I am still bitter,
I missed the
target that night,
I am still here!

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alan pieterse

port elizabeth, south africa
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