oskar hansen

Flower Pots - Poem by oskar hansen

Flower Pots

After all my alcoholic
truths I sit alone
on the porch.
they have taken my cattle,
wife and children gone;
only my old dog stays.
It knows I hate myself and
my anger over
their stupid faces
reminds me of my total
failure, yet I can
water my flowers when
it suits me

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  • Bronze Star - 2,400 Points Leah Ayliffe (7/3/2014 2:01:00 PM)

    Unique, well painted imagery. I like it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 3, 2014

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