Consign To Oblivion

Consign To Oblivion

A Poem by massam
"

Forget about it.

"

Chloroform tears splash against teal colored tiles

If you can see,

Please be,

Mindful of the gap amid numbers and dials

 

The taps were not left dripping

Pipes burst

Only worse

Was the guilty tearing and ripping

 

I could have kept myself

Some things are for, and some things are for not

But in the end, I can only say that I forgot

© 2014 massam


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Added on February 10, 2014
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massam
massam

Onancock, VA



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I'm a bit of a confused twat living on the good ol' Eastern Shore of Virginia (that's the Delmarva peninsula to everyone, forget just f*****g Google it). I'm going to community college and am attempti.. more..

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