Viscous Thoughts Poem by Max Catterwell
Viscous Thoughts
When tales of woe come tripping by
And foes called friends decide to lie
Amid this sound I stand aside
And wonder why I have not cried
The other day I fell through sand
When tripping in another land
It was not me I failed to see
But visions of deformity
Perhaps I should with haste return
To where my childhood thoughts still burn
But what good pray would that achieve
I know I'd only want to leave
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