Jagged
Only few vague notions remain.
Resource lowering has emerged.
Poverty and shame endure strain.
Money and action have diverged.
They shackled him with sharp pebbles.
False idols' rage will not be tamed.
Justice can be served, he chisels.
Though with a spirit that's untamed.
I cede safety pins for deep breadth.
Bleed on the rough stones as I move.
Preparedness is worse than death.
Sheer struggle in vain; I chose prove.
The jagged bores of shrub and gorse.
Slumbering softly down their track.
Unyielding uphill this steep source.
The birds chirp and echo ducks quack.
No skin, bear on shreds of mercy.
Our cells used to make a new death.
Keep your bliss, won't bite agony.
Go for different god and breadth.
I'll scale this hard peak until dusk.
Enjoy summer's beauty and clean air.
The wind will take the dusk luck.
Free of jagged rocks and despair.
Written: September 11, 2021
''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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