Tis Poem by Sarah Everson

Tis



Twas neither scorn my boy
nor cold indifference.
Twas waters to the neck
the threat of undertow
predators come and go
and flash their botox smiles,
twas all a bit too much
and grump evolved
again, I say to you,
remind the King's own words,
Twas what it was and now
we can reveal its essence: tis.

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