Oversensitive To A Snail Poem by james watkin

Oversensitive To A Snail



My loss, not to notice
With whom coexist I.
My shame, not to think twice
On these fellow creatures
With fearful natures.

Looked down of their maker
And my accuser-God!
In that tread space, number
Invites but night's lone view;
Love's rued, life's in review.

Thursday, April 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: creation,sensitivity
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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