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It’s your saint,
But my beast,
It’s my hunger,
But your feast,
It’s your comfort,
But my shack,
I prefer distance,
While you want her back.
To you a steady shoulder,
To me a cold cheek,
You see strength,
I see weak.
To you an angel,
To me it’s callow,
You found love,
And I found shallow.
To me a shade,
To you a home,
Your place of light.
My nightmare zone.
My reality,
Is not yours,
And then again,
Yours too, not mine, of course.
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Absolutely brilliant poem!!!
This is real raw talent and you have it!
I loved it ....it's that good..Im serious!
Write on- Right -on!
I will bw checking you out for more of this great style
and captivating content.
all the best',
Rich Criso Suarez
An intriguing striking thoughts´composition.
"Your Saint My Beast" flows on to the wise lake.
Outstanding reading from a magnificent writing.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
P.S.:
>>> On the third stanza - fourth line, I read:
"I see weakness."
Take care,
Sherry
Great paradox stew! You are evolving....
B
Felix
Paul;-]
y vaya con Dios.
When it comes to Norway, my favorite hangout is Bergen.
Hank
Enjoyed much
we all been there at one time or another
with family members
William ....Peace & Love
Love Tinka
with this one C. Excellent poem!
Alrisha
One only realises what one has lost, in the aftermouth of its destruction..