you may not sleep in mine

the only thing that will change your course now
is when you are forced to stare into the Abyss of your own making

like a grown child
who has drank far too much
and is now horfing into the toilet
about how sad you are
and you’ll never do anything like this again

you set you bed on fire
you may not sleep in mine

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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