in times of tranquility
i feel uneasy,
for i am a eternal
pessimist,
stained from the kiss,
of all things gone wrong,
whenever a good thing happens,
a thousand strong ships
of wrong follow.
i am forever walking on egg shells,
with heavy steel capped boots.
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Vincent, this is good. Your imagery is right on. Well done. Hugs to you, CJ