Vexed thoughts

2 min readApr 16, 2022
Photo by Quino Al on Unsplash

I am the broken dream

of the sloppy porter.

A vase that never survived

the spitting furnace fires.

The clay that cracked

at Man’s man-handles of mould.

Some riverside thought,

washed away by the sweeping rains, never created.


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