Oubliette Poem by Steve Howard
Oubliette
Have I been gone?
I tend to forget.
I may have went back,
to the old oubliette,
for some self flagellation,
with whips of regret.
Have I been gone?
Sometimes I forget.
I may have went back,
to the old oubliette.
I never can tell from a gash or a weal.
They always look fresh.
I won't let them heal.
Touching expression. Beautifully penned and presented. Thanks for sharing.
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5/31/2024 9:39:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you Kumarmani Mahakul. I am grateful