A whisper of breath touched her face
Hinting of secrets and the miracle of wind
Stirring wayward feathers to point at
Lost directions for her way home
Waving curtains cower away from her
Calculated damage mirroring reflections
From the window of her shattered soul
Englassed heart incubating downtrodden
Defenseless exposure of blanched bones
Carved by benumbed restraints cold control
Suffer her breathe a whisper supplicating respite
Posted on May 5, 2016 at 11:50am — 1 Comment
Where's your anger?
To lay down your arms with an intent to harm none. What have you done,
Monkey with a tie, has the dye been cast?
Congratulations are in order,
For the fine jest manifest by your,
May I kindly inform, disorder.
A castigating sneer is my response.
Wake up, dammit, from your vain repose!
I will not beg, naturally against my ken.
Only. Just. Merely. I sweetly ask,
On loveliness we…
Posted on May 5, 2016 at 11:30am