Thomas Wells Poet Imagism

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.

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Darlene De Beaulieu April 30, 2020 at 4:31 PM Hello Thomas Wells, i have tried twice to get to answer your Soup mail with no results. So i hope that tomorrow i get to r4ead your message. I look forward to reading what you have said. Bye for now. Darlene. Have a nice evening my fiend.

Darlene De Beaulieu April 30, 2020 at 12:53 PM Hello Thomas Wells, I feel that children should not be abused by their parents or by family members. Instead they should be loved. if the baby is not wanted then give it up to someone that will love that baby. Children need to be loved. I corrected my mistakes, for the 2nd time. Enjoy your day my fiend. Be safe. Darlene De Beaulieu April 30, 2020 at 5:23 PM Hello Thomas Wells, i was just telling you how i felt about your poem. Children should not be hurt in any way that causes pain from loved ones. Thank you for the poet to follow.. Enjoy your evening my fiend.