What is love
They ask
Love is a task, says I
Bereft of joy
Once the moment is past.
~ Self
Let her live
She deserves
A river In her cup
~ Self
The gravity fills the
heart
Like sandbags
on battlefield
Wondering what it is
That's trying to hide
And what's dying
an untimely death, me.
~ Self
Monosyllabic
shards of judgment
and injustice
sipped and swallowed
to ebb a life.
~ @NoSylviaPlath
Gingerly,
I held my
life
From the pit
of my stomach
To hold and
to nurture
The throbbing
pulsating
Grieving mass
of horrors
I bore for
many lifetimes
Of faults
unknown.
-
@NoSylviaPlath
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