Hundred Poems - Xxxii
FORGIVE me & my madness, these eccentricities
& my faults; my tenderness!
-- that pain --> a thorn inside my brain!
and skin so human it hurts!
Like out of the blue a raging bull.
My eyes of marble so hardly knew a softness; a
sight beyond light & thumping pain within the
cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow
some of which my soul measured || life on hold;
to save this spot || so much like Gold.
toward the living and happy I SALUTE!
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2023
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