Poem #78: Aftertaste

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on September 26th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

A nauseating aura consumes me, something is amiss.

A gut feeling that I’m digging my own grave into the abyss.

But I can only push onward, there’s no other way forward.

To stop and think gives little more than more words.

The awful taste in my mouth that earlier was pleasant.

A gluttonous desire for more leaves everything rancid.

But there’s no way to tell and no way to know.

And every bad choice will always show.

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