Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Tears In My Sink

















My blues pen has ran out of ink
Peace within is my tenant, I think
Tears doesn't flow down my sink
My dreadlocks came off last week
All sad wounds have all been licked
Off the floor my manhood to be picked
Bitterness to the curb I've now kicked
A pocket full of smiles no longer weak
The gloom channel was turned with a flick
From emotional incarceration like Mr. Vick
To Freedom from woes with a finger click
"One, one day at a time" I wrote with a wink
A pink posted note on my soul to stick

-- Louis Mercier

PS: Dedicated to the sparkles of joy found on my skin;)

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