Immorality; Sat And Stood In Poem by james watkin

Immorality; Sat And Stood In



Who lasts out this evil hour
Showered, they, upon
If not, meanwhile, foul leaf-blotched
With blessings. A ton.

If not, yawn through gaping yawn
Enters the desire
To be done with, whilst half sunk
Life. An impure mire.

Monday, June 12, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: life,religious
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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