Celtic Ducks

Cross over—
To opposite self.
Plastic, fake, false.

Leaving this—
Truth of me.
Unnatural, artificial.

End of us—
Hurting me.
That’s the truth.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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7 Responses to Celtic Ducks

  1. Ian Moone says:

    I can really relate nice write

  2. RoSy says:

    A lot of emotion in just a few words…
    Nice write!

  3. thanks to everyone for the “likes” and the comments…I really appreciate it so much! 🙂

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