Cupid's Crutches

Cupid's Crutches

A Poem by MachinaWriter
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A poem...

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Evidently I'm simply limping by in this life 

on crutches crafted from cupid's broken arrows; 

clambering, 

awkwardly, yet cautiously 

on cliffs carved from the crash of our colliding charismas now buried in bitter barrows. 

 

And I can't quite tell if I'm psycho or not, thinking I've turned cupid into a psychopomp; 

but to me love has always been this way, 

precarious in the best of ways, 

but a slow walk all the same.

© 2019 MachinaWriter


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MachinaWriter
MachinaWriter

Springfield, IL



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My original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..

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