In The Obsessive Mind Poem by james watkin

In The Obsessive Mind



In the obsessive mind
Not as what's plain jarred
For frivolous liking
Fickleness has marred
Fairest, rarest, but of
Sick man's tastes has sealed
For objects, collected
Women; fear-congealed.

Tuesday, June 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: mind
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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