A Surgery
Every writer's work
a soulful surgery
we draw from mysterious
substance, submerged man's core
in fluids indefinable – amniotic sea of source
buoyant, yet only mistily determinable, unknown
were it not for subtle leaking
sort of a chill, in search of its draft
a stutter, keeping its voice from
apparent reason
how can I truly love
my God! my Christ!
when trapped on a page
with a pen pressured down
mostly always printing in
favor of
self-serving
human treason
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment