Borne Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Borne



borne
borne by thunder

vessels on sea
hit by
a
thunderbolt
ripped
asunder

wide
wide
open
eyes
red
with
pain
red
with
torture
red
with
strife

bubbles
bubbles
red
bursting
from
my
mouth
I
cwill
not
versify
I
will
not
sing
before
the
bubbles
burst
red
and
all
the
place
be
pistol
red
red
red

Monday, January 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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