Lest You Forget That Guilt Whispers Forever
Safe space for a difficult truth
And that is how the poem ruths
Write a thousand words to sooth
Or smell the tulips, roses and acanthus
Yet you shall run like a headless goose
Excited over a screw that has gone loose
As if jack's beans went up through the roof
And you have now come to squeeze the juice
Hoping for its bitter to heal the bruise
And in the end you shall all be amused
Like a vampire sucking in profuse
The stale blood of those souls refused
The tale floods from whose roles abused
By Jo Haq
28 February 2024
1:58 am
Bukit Jelutong
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