In this place, I can’t remain
With fading words I can’t sustain
The thought of sun, won’t stop the rain
One more refrain – like lidocain

So much, I’ll never appertain
The wishes caught in lockless chains
I wish for more, yet reap the same
Another stain – I can’t explain

I watch the water circle drains
A storm of red from wounded veins
So am I ill, or am I sane?
Shall I abstain, or seek to claim?

My eyes upon the window pane
Adrift in stillness and disdain
Seeking hope I can’t retain
I hide the pain I entertain


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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One Response to Entertain

  1. Beautiful poetry weaved with sadness.

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