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Kelly Zion Poem
Free-range poets
feeding on loneliness
writing in their openness
Oh, sing me broken lullabies
take me to the open skies
write in blood, "Why am I dying?"
like I don't already know it
free lance poets
writing in free verses
only three words
breaking through the lines
Oh, do they have to rhyme,
break me all the time?
Oh, why can't they rhyme?
that's how we do it;
free-range poets
bleeding, always broken
bleeding right in the open
Oh, why don't you ever hold us?
Read us, leave us broken
make our poems our prisons
leave us at a distance
isn't this the instance,
the reason for our persistence?
Oh, just let it go unsaid
just let us go again
broken poets with broken pens
Oh, just take us down again
don't even show you know it
re-break these free-range poets.
Copyright © Kelly Zion | Year Posted 2013
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