You've sundered me,
perhaps none physically...
certainly, the hurt plays key mentally;
no hearing overdue apologizing,
time has immensely pressed for that to work upon me -
yet,
here mine continue to wade,
contemplating belief in languishing charades,
a whimper may come crawling about lips as masked masquerade;
though...
vocal chords don valuable speeches,
that acidic rain scorches & releases,
everything it reaches.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
