Discord

Discord

A Poem by humbleServant

Sever 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
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I'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..

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