-Bring me your water
He thrashed in his bed
Hands shaking, eyes rolling
I left the room in six quick steps
Slammed my hands on the porcelain sink
Prayed not for a breakdown.
A twist of the rusted taps
Released a thin stream of nectar
White with lime scale
orange iron oxide
Back into the room
Back by his side
One hand grips the safety bars of his bed
-I AM GOD
He roars.
Tore the glass from my grasp
-I will drink your sins, I will set you FREE.
Numbly, I dropped
To my knees, by the bed
And I felt bad
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
