"thaming" poems
Lying on the rare
Psychedelic river named
Thames, I wept for life.
My mother called last
Night. She said Thames messes with
You, causes cancer.
She suffered from renal
Failure, after doing the same.
That is why I wept.
The cool, brown water
Washed over me. It rinsed my mind.
It tames me from me.
Revelation strikes
My heart, maybe I should leave
And never look back.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC