One Year Younger
after the calm, the stOrm
uNleashed by thE beast
in cYlindrical form
opEned with A twist
of a cynical wRist
holding out foR the meaning
of feEling forlorn
feedinG the manacled mist
of the morNing
reeling in Up-ended
empties galore
even nOw as I think back
half scared I might sink back
my mYthical lover is
scorned ever
more
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© Sab Will 2016
For, well, Me, damn it! Cheers 🙂