some excellent lines in here, “I’m in awe of your use of knots.”
Words Of An Average White Male
It’s difficult to get out sometimes.
Like clawing at the walls of a well.
Fighting because you’re up there and I’m down here.
And even though you throw me many ropes,
they’re all covered in shit and slime.
My hands clench tightly, fingers ooze with stank
only to slide back down.
I stew in a bed of roses for a while,
picking at the petals one by one.
Then we’re back at it, ropes covered in roses, shit and slime.
I sort of use the slack from the rope to heave myself,
slowly from slime covered stone to stone,
eventually making my way out.
Only to find you sleeping next to a tree.
The rope tied tight around it’s base.
And I watch your eyes dance under your eyelids.
I’m in awe of your use of knots,
your ability to sleep so sound.
So I sit a while, next to…
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Hey, Chrissy.
Wow, let this sink in for a second! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed this one and took the time to share it on your blog. Thank you very much for your kind words, I do appreciate it. I look forward to delving into more of your work this week. All the best. Keep up!
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