Drink The Water

Thirsty in the hour
of something that is in
the most chaos of countenance,

deprived from filling
oneself with the lovesong
of soul, lovesong of heart,

unknowingly imprisoned
in the cellar of the superstition,
in the cellar of the commitment to

ugly truth of suffering.
You open your mouth and drink
the water of compromise and regret.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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