DiscordA Poem by humbleServantSever Discordant ties those errant strings attached the sick portal of weakness we haven't walled off but for enticement a smoke screen graying out the true intentions of hope of one last shot at the other one last vulnerability fecund for a cancerous growth on the soul such a sad preoccupation such a tainted goal we should be looking for healing things that make whole, not a chance to tap-dance before a headstone on a grassy knoll. © 2017 humbleServant |
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Added on August 10, 2017 Last Updated on August 11, 2017 AuthorhumbleServantAboutI've been writing poetry since I was 15! 110% Lesbian. Episcopalian, Buddhist, Taoist, Witch. . . a little of this, a little of that. Yes, . . . I am a very sweet, bad girl! more..Writing
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