Self Gazing Poem by james watkin

Self Gazing



Eerie as it was unendured.
A soul at repose;
And a wanton! One, in a world
Doth otherwise dispose.
Blown, weak-minded, caught up in
A swirl of desires.
Windiness, discontent-breeding;
And sounding for ires.

Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: content,soul
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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