The virus continues and lives are changed forever. Death. Time to contemplate. To clean, organize, trash - old papers, pictures, and computer files. Here's one found that I would have never made public from years ago. It's dark and not what I am comfortable writing about. Confrontation. But here goes, dusted off and condensed...
Empty Glass
It sat unobtrusively dividing my space from hers
An equator separating us
Insurmountable darkness emanated from her still form
On the verge of despair
Her voice slithered forth
Deadly viper
Parched, the empty glass became my strength
Grasping the smooth cool surface
A refuge from the hurricane of insults
Held temper and tongue
Words spilt like milk
Drowning
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
