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A Cup of Disaster

Posted by Joy Nibbs on
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Flimsy ideas of justice decay at my door

I breathe in once more

Was it from the laughter that we die?

Or the sublte feat of disaster?

I hope to know such an answer

White lies lay dormant on my tongue.

They plague my consciousness

Like moth drawn to a flame

Forgive me once more

A cup of disaster lay by the floor boards

And I am undone

Published by Joy Nibbs

I love food, psychology, neuroscience, writing, and community. I have two poetry collections; "Ramblings" and "Lilacs at Dawn". Tea Drinker | Spice Maker | Writer of Poems and Psychology Things

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