The Room Without Light

The Room Without Light

A Poem by Perdition

You couldn’t possibly have poured your glass for me,

expecting I would drink, hold and

taste from you-

without spilling.

© 2018 Perdition


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a glass is never enough, that is first, second, no one is perfect, and to expect no spilling at all is not fair, this what I think of reading Your little piece here.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Well I believe you find the greatest truth in that moment when you do spill and even more...a possi.. read more
I keep coming back to these words on this page trying to figure out why I have shut the lights out, closed the door, and locked it up tightly, when my intentions are to make everything invisible ...visible but I m thinking that is the problem with intentions.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Here..take my fish ...I'll run out for non toast, toast..You can keep the scales til I figure out wh.. read more
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

I know exactly where we are standing ..at a beginning in the dark before there is light.. and it is .. read more
Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

I lied...fear is not all I've ever known..it was just what I wanted... to have an excuse to be afrai.. read more
wait...does that mean you stole my toast and my cup half full?

Posted 5 Years Ago


Gypsy Warrior Queen

5 Years Ago

so your admitting to drinking all the wine....and shooting the cork into the light fixture? Plus you.. read more
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Perdition

5 Years Ago

I admit to nothing while unveiling everything and of course that cork was all me and much more. As f.. read more
oh, you mean i got some in the cup?

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

A reckless crime indeed. Thanks Queenie.

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