Your corruption has taken me
Down and done, blistered and foul
Every stream, more pain to cross
Until this bitter pill has done its
Sour and murky job
And set this soul to rights
So I can ride again
But always with this fear
That your corruption
Will bring me down again
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I like the style of this poem, as always your innovation of the poetic subject in which you are writing has come to the fore. Keep up your high standards always Yours lobobehan@gmail.com
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Thanks, lobobehan. Much appreciated 😊
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