Comfort Poem by welkin siskin

Comfort



Atavistic whoppers cast light,
The present is swapped with the past delight,

In mare's tail the path's been lost,

Smothered is the flame

of conscience.

Crumbs of human joy-

How long shall it be possessed

Retrieved from the history's

streak

of primordial tall tale?

A whim of event perhaps

the comfort of modern man

Monday, October 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: joy
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