PICKLED BY HUMAN CONDITION





When I was young and relished moments unknown
The doubt of self without a drop of vinegar
Fearful drought as tears rolled down
Did not quench this thirsting hunger

Thriving within the berry briars of age
The smallest delight is a journey periled
Where unknown desires the required epiphany

Naked truth pickled by human condition

The sour fruit plucked in blooded palm
Relished by youthful reverence gone
Considered a banquet to this starving soul
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DBrown Fisher
© Nov 2004

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