Mixed Metaphors. A poem.

My senses crucified
My weary soul
Your goal
To tear me down
Like posts at
A football riot
To pierce my veins
And brain
And heart
And leave me
Wallowing
A fish without
A sea or coast
So I might
Lose all sight
The blind amongst
The blind
Wandering
Nonsensically
On a whim
Or on a breeze
Listing aimlessly
Into the bay
Where this boy
Will rest
At piers
Annoyed
And anxious
Another toy
For you to
Cast aside
Into the Wild
And stormy sea
Along with
All the other
Mixed metaphors

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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