This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Monday, July 8, 2019
Jaraik
The monkey spirit is aroused--
What do you now intend?
I'm safe, secured here in my sanctum--
My soul he will defend.
The monkey spirit will obey--
You cannot take the chance,
For he will make your spirit flee,
Your corpse your final glance.
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