I am without breath
as I lie here in wound
I can see into the faces
that have surrendered
past June...
The hatred that looms
consumes
into the cuts
the salt is poured
Excreting any good
from days gone by
with blinded justice
carefully applied
cold in serving
and feeling obliged
Not a lesson had been learned
travelling through life
simply unconcerned
the only aspect
at a price.
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Bessye, ouch, I can really feel and relate to this one. The lines:
ReplyDeleteThe hatred that looms
consumes
into the cuts
the salt is poured
are very powerful and set the tone for this piece. Very well done.
Hi Joanne,
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes, we all can associate with this unfortunately, whether it's a direct hit or watching others. It leaves a hole in your stomach that burns. Leaves you feeling helpless. And seeing what a waste...you had everything...
bessye