Take another drink
A cup in gentle hands
Catching rain as much as sand
An offer, no demand
So quickly do I sink

Tell me what you think
A face that understands
Not a word to reprimand
It isn’t as I planned
My feet upon the brink

Her armor has a chink
A piece that isn’t firm
Where the fear is like a worm
And indecision squirms
And admiration shrinks

The truth a smirking wink
A fact to be discerned
A heat that soon becomes a burn
When will I ever learn?
It happens in a blink


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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3 Responses to Blink

  1. lou rasmus says:

    maybe we’ll never learn… this is great

    Liked by 1 person

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