Max Gatrell Poems

Lamenting infidelity,
An enigmatic mot,
A pearl of purest certainty,
Not easily forgot,
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For every trail that's ever trod,
The hunter seeks the hunted.
Betwixt the shrubs and Willow trees,
A quarry is confronted.
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Shadows looming in the Cave,
You're not real, but I'm your slave.
Forced I am to stare at thee,
Jailer Jailer set me free.
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Anon the leaves shall line the floor,
A mottle of uncertainty.
Nearer to winter it seems I am,
Farewell to happy seasons.
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For me you were a Trophy,
A feature on my list.
A conquest I could brag about,
Whenever I got pissed.
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Much is said in cultivation,
Shallow words spent with seed.
Empty vows between the sheets,
Of course I love you baby.
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Embitterment is adamantic,
It binds us contrite to banality.
Arduous is elevation,
Embracing hate facile.
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And as Doray began to speak,
A tear appeared upon his cheek,
His emerald eyes could not contain,
Those drops that fell like acid rain.
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I confess my life's a mess,
Because I'm on your hook,
The best alas I can expect,
Is the slightest look.
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Recalcitrant, rebellious,
Confronting man and beast,
At altercation with himself,
With whom he liked the least,
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