This Oil. A poem.


This
oil,
viscous
and
thick,
holding
me
fast
in
the
tar
pit
of
my
black
heart
and
head,
since
the
very
start.
Wish
I
could
shed
this
black
dog
That
follows
me
everywhere.
Perhaps
soon,
anon,
I’ll
lose
my
empty
stare.
And
this
oil
will drain
out of me and this
crazy foil will set me free
to be something other than this oil

The All or the Nothing is my first book of poetry, and if you like what you’ve been reading then you’ll love it! To find out how to get a copy, click here.
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