Names To Pretend
Exist as a list then become sick when it fits.
Nonsense? Asking only to afford discourse..not begging dramatically.
They say and blame with a force so unintended that consequence blends our names.
Church? Nothing to add less she speaks.
Still, we all have something to offer; to trim the suffer, she spoke aloud and takes nothing.
Toward a bath, most would acknowledge filth.
Still, we all have something to offer; to sin against another, she awoke proud and covered.
Names to pretend exist as a list then return to lift the sick above the mother.
Maiden. Named. Pretense. Prevent. All seek the comfort.
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.
