Gone are the gentle days

Where once I heard the trickling
of liberation on summers evening
breeze as laughter danced between
the bubbles of sanity… Insanity.
Now I hear only a hollow glug
that creeps across my skin on
the knife edge of smashed shells
as you pour another and another
refilling your glass of despair.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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