poems

Deceitful tiredness

Deceiptful tiredness

20/05/2017

You couldn’t ruin the fairytale but I could never be your prince.

Forever in a vial contains, a memory of your essence,

something I’d never tell.

Isn’t it admirable how the truth lies so often, well?

The book of resistance still opens with a nudge.

Creaky, dusty pages, bludgeoned where they smudged.

Call yourself a doctor for the epidemic’s spread!

I’m wounded but unbroken and collapsed upon the bed.

©G.P Williamson 2017

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