Directions That Lead To Nowhere
caved in- the body stuck, enslaved in
civil war. the muck of convenience
insults the cure, tears through thick
leaving exit wounds sore. how much
more- test this- before these
sparks catch flame? skin scratched,
open gash, the itch holds all the
blame.
small in stature, she came, answering to
another name; settling, seeking solice
in the shelter of silence. questions,
un-swallowed air, give directions
that lead to nowhere. progression,
such as growing, such as knowing
too much to bear; look away-
disgression will stay, sewing the
mouth shut before it can say.
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
