Anonomus Scorpio Poet Monorhyme

They Brought Me Their Scythe

My somber moments, no one will ever know
They're not open images, I choose to show
This is my fight to win or lose blow by blow 
No one else planted these seeds row by row
Many claimed to be in my corner but turned to go
They brought me their scythe, I reap what I sow
Give them no quarter, nor do they earn quid pro quo 
At last, I'm free no one left worth my trusting to bestow
Vaults are all empty to thine last breath, none left to owe

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 22, 2023 at 6:52 AM Reading this I feel both a sense of sadness, and of freedom, both pain and healing. Not easy to do in one little big poem. Well composed! xomo Anonomus Scorpio February 22, 2023 at 7:32 AM I am really having a lot of fun with the monoryme form! You truly hit the nail on the head with the senses that I was trying to invoke in this piece. For me it is truly about expressing the power that I've found in healing and working through some of my own traumas. I'm thoroughly glad that you were able to pick up on those sensations Mo. As always you are appreciated A.S.