Slam train rails
skim sparks
silent fires ignite
Fostered unkind words
fathered edges
far, unfiltered into deep
whispered < no >
harsh < hush >
unfiltered rant within,
self-loathe sees sparks
settled light tenders flight
< stop >
< stop >
Ah! Victim!
NO! a [vik-tim] would remain,
No,
I am; NO!
YOU!
you reap what you know
and sow
there goes
your victim
The words to the opening stanzas sit really well, like a painting, showing you have an eye for the look of a poem as well as its sense. Good work.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Brian for the read and such a nice comment :)
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