Thank You David Bowie
Suffering always clogged my heart
Grim visaged was my soul
Eyes dim, shoulders a heavy laden cart
Never a day rose, that I felt whole
Til an image too close, slashed me awake
I braved the plunge, put this rot on paper
Felt change trickle, not just therapy fake
Now, I gather up my words
Not worrying of form or labour
And let them loose like migrating birds.
Written 20th May 2018 for Broken Wings
Contest: Let Your Pen Drip
Theme: I gather up my words
9th placing
Rhyme AB
Copyright © Virginia Waters | Year Posted 2018
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