Crying
Crashing the beaches
of my eyes,
lives are revealed.
In the small hours of drink,
sickness rained shackled lives
on the bathroom floor.
An abused child
tumbles forth
helpless in a runny sea.
A punished woman
spills out,
lavished with scents of heat.
An eager man
swings new arms.
Fixtures of pain askew,
confined companions swim free.
Copyright © Thomas Wells | Year Posted 2020
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