Wednesday, 2 June 2021

One Poem by John Patrick Robbins


Wellspring Of The Oasis


I will never share anything more than a drink and a laugh.

I am not the type to be myself with anyone let alone someone I just met.


It's better this way as I understand in matters of truth where it involves the heart.


It will never end well.

I have given up on any hope of anything beyond this page and a drink.


As in the silence I can sense everything and even the shit I care no longer to recall.


I view a distant muse who will never know my madness and maybe it's for the best.


I'm looking all the same my dear.

As this whisper of truth I hope finds you even within a strange sense.

May it hold its charm as I will never hold you.


And for the ignorant of my truths let them wonder and guess as you will probably never question.


A little bit of mystery is good for the tortured soul.

John Patrick Robbins,  is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review and The  Black Shamrock Magazine. 

His work has appeared here in Lothorian, Fearless Poetry Zine,  Medusa's Kitchen,  Spill The Words, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine,  San Antonio Review,  The Blue Nib and Sacred Chickens. 

He is also the author of The Still Night Sessions from Whiskey City Press. 

His work is always unfiltered.


1 comment:

  1. I love this poem, penned by you, JPR. Stellar work! ❤


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