Wednesday, 16 November 2011


I am not damaged
but a wasted soul
whipped and ridden
I’ve taken it all

beyond mere stoic
and self control
rolled every punch
shit duly swallowed

like weathered oak
all storm withstood
stolid but inside
not understood

the depth & breadth
of sad consumption
consequence of
eternal presumption

not mourning having
missed those boats
put it all down to
one long bad misquote

I am hollowed rock
that must endure
the shifting sands
on exposed shore

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