Off Pitch
Jagged fragments of a puerile chorus compose my fledgling thoughts.
Each shrill shard impales my soul with piercing slivers of childish inflections.
Looped refrains of callow mantras whorl my mind in endless rounds.
tantrumed harmonies,
sung upon a splintered stage…
my inner children
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2015
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