Pointless Quills
Pointless Quills
What of humor’s quick and barbed defense
so thrilled me in its parry-thrust dismay
hid me beneath its thicket dense
a demon come to curse – not pray
used me as the sword of anger’s wrath
poison spittle foaming on my tongue
slashing at the shadows of my past
a warrior commissioned much too young.
Loneliness – cold comforts fearful ruse
recoiling from the touch of vacant years
coiled, snake-like, its venom set to loose
stinging pain of long forgotten tears.
Cornered in the depths of memory’s crypt
peering over soul-less, dusty sills
amorphous sliding into nondescript
sad porcupine denuded of its quills.
John G. Lawless
8/13/2017
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