Rage of Innocence
rip your guts out
scatter them into the wind
subsidize the pain, the humiliation
the bloodletting
with wine, verse, and rhythm
spend the night
beneath star filled skies
with the love of another
then deny the wrongdoing
the aftermath
under throes of interrogation
and just maybe
with a bit of favor
you might become
a poet
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2017
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