This Gathering of Words
I gather up my words
barbs that have missed a target
strewn about rose-like
………..in beauty’s shriveling death
Inert objects …..injected….infected -
a self inflicted suffering -
dulled daggers of despair
…………..thrust into the soul of speech
This gathering of words
aching to be free
to plunge the bloodied pen
………………into an unlined emptiness
©5/21/2018
theme – A gathering up my words
Let Your Pen Drip – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Broken Wings
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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