Sequestration of the Soul
The dew has been banished from the grass
And the pups taken from the teet.
A drunk is lacking hard drink.
Like a television without a picture tube
Longing stares itself in the mirror, feeling, but
Denying its very existence while arrogance
Wants to scream from within.
Copyright © Nathanael Griggs | Year Posted 2014
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