Linger on the Binder
My wish is to make it into an anthology
I've framed thought with gold leaf and slag
buffed them into positive and negative action.
At times I've both bullied and buttressed the weak
trimmed away and added insult to my fellow man
They say there's only one path
at times darkness has thoroughly dusted this man.
the heart beats out of rhythm and rhyme
Can't do much about soul crimes of the past.
but I'm praying away the clutter of the mind.
Will I make it into the anthology of souls
only the pristine scale of God knows....
For now, I linger somewhere on the binder.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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