Cycling.

Reece Beckett
2 min readAug 8, 2022

A (dark) poem.

Image taken by the author.

Disgusted by my own lust,
Guilt building every time,
Uneasy constantly,
Humanity stays undefined.

All of my worst elements
Condensed to a foul brine,
World’s dirtiest animal,
Give my purity to swine.

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Reece Beckett

Film/music critic and poet. New articles every Mon, Thurs & Sat. Poetry on Sundays! Contact: reecebeckett2002@gmail.com https://linktr.ee/reecebeckett