Poem 011 Pissed

21 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 011 Pissed


To carelessly drink from the river of silence, casting life’s opportunities into that sea
I stand naked here with no defense, guilty

So easily I disappoint all that surround me, casting my memories into that abyss
In one single heartbeat an unrecognized beauty, pissed

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