Love poem #62 – John McAteer

always the past
demanding recognition
a timeless torment beyond
the turning wheel which is forever 

clearing the sky
the stones
of blood

purging the self 
of impure motivation

doing right
for the wrong reason

it is the choice not made
that matters
as the common sewer
takes you from

brings you
to me


Published by geoffreyericsmith

Director of, BEST, Befriending and Support Team for Foreign Nationals in HMP Wandsworth

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