Goblet Of Blood Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Goblet Of Blood
I never know these days
whether it's me you call at night
or the Samaritans
but here I sit
drinking a fine goblet
of your blood
only joking, it's not really your blood
it is your blood
I lost my sense of humour in 2007
since then I've been
living my life
hiding in the cracks
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,relationship
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