Vincent S Coster

Rookie - 32 Points (13th December 1976 / Dublin Ireland)

Citadel - Poem by Vincent S Coster

You go running away
From the mess of your life
And you spit and you swear
And you damn all around
And there's nothing at all
That can console you
No nothing to save you from you
You whisperer of lies
And you damn and you damn
Yes you damn
Damn it all
And you build for yourself
A place you can hide
A citadel of your own mind


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is from the self published collection There are Words from 2089, and the Anthology Subject Objectivity.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 17, 2014


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