Adam's Apple

I hold shit at arm's length but keep asking questions for that's how I grow.

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Adam's Apple

We weep what we sow
The fruit of our labors
like ideas once planted
now rainbows and worms

some of them rotted.

I'm not to blame
for the vomit I spread.
I hold onto no shame
... just so you know.

I'm rotten to the core

as I weep, as I sow.
I hold shit at arm's length
yet keep asking questions
for that's how I grow.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.266] (30.oktober.2021)

14 lines.

October 2021 Prompt #4 for "Rebel Poetry Contest"