In a Sharp World
In a sharp world of harsh words
Tenderness has escaped it
I feel like I am surely
Very deflated
A piece of me sits aloft
With no air being left in
I’m no longer inflated
Pierced by the ice pick…
Of the harshly frozen world
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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