Follow The Signposts
Caught on barbs--
Held under water for a seeming span--
Of days--
Drenched & burned & scarred--
A knife held up, in salute--
None of the security,
Left tucking me away.
Driven--
Mad as marbles on a turbulent flight--
Colliding thoughts and cacophonous dreams--
As the lightning soaks the calmness--
From the night.
And we're left dancing for an hour--
Under a guilty sky-- in memory--
When the dust clouds carry you away.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
