ANOMALY
Some miner I am; the truth.
Should I live to see old age,
still I'll be searching; seeking..
Fingers and heart both broken;
always keep mine crossed.
Which the expression of hope...?
Neither one will give, present
the prize, the gold; my reward...
For pissing in the ocean...
May the crabs nip your toes for doing so! But why should I care the rest of humanity is using the oceans as a refuse tip.
ReplyDeleteMining for the truth can feel like pissing in the ocean...but I'd keep those fingers crossed...the breaks may mend in them then
ReplyDeleteRofl, love that last line but yes, searching does feel like sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI like the way this poem builds.
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