Edmund Doherty’s first poem for the Inkpot. Photo Source: Fresh Eye Solutions.
Edmund Doherty, Contributor.
Cold Sunday afternoon
Dark remembrance of hallowed discussion
All taking place amongst familiar views
And degradation of old repercussions
Away from the heartache of life’s misfortunes
And loss of all that was once held to account
Until our rebellious natures are a fallacy to presume
That our true intentions will never be found out