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( votes)A Slippery Slope
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
A slippery slope, did I traverse.
In search of what,
I could not name.
I climbed the mountains of my mind
and scaled the cliff-sides of my brain.
Sublime ascent.
Inane descent.
Alas!
Unanswered questions ruminate.
A slippery slope, that of my quest.
Anne G
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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