Human Sensibilities Poem by james watkin

Human Sensibilities



In possession,
Body and soul
Of what can be given
O'er to torment.

A feeling being.
Lowly, upeyed
Stomped ground, the life out of
Know me, when squish.
Who'd then not relinquish
Their quake's lament?

Tuesday, August 16, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: feeling
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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