Tatyana Carney Poet Rhyme

Clay To Conform

So simple, that we turn to this
we turn and inside out we twist
our words and lips to blow a kiss
to darkness as it echoes

So wicked, that we listen still
we turn and twist against our will
upon the back that's broken 'till
it sings our voice in stone

So human, that we err to breathe
we twist the knife of words with ease
until we wear a mask of weave
uncommon hot with knots

So broken, that we turn away
we twist and mold the words we say
when darkness comes around to stay
we find our thoughts are stolen.

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