Monday, 8 October 2018

Victims

A poem from 2018

Forbidden fruit from a forbidden tree
It's killing me
Like second hand smoke
Like a teen on dope
Like a hangman's rope
Is there no hope?
An unwilling victim
Unclean

Clean
A willing victim
Gives hope a chance
A living dance
Clean enhance
Fresh air romance
Enlivens me
Delicious fruit from a healing tree

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