Garbed
wimple
penguin robe
head bowed in devote summation
eyes aglitter
rot within
I love this game I play.
I am tired.
tired of the sexism
Tired of the lies.
Tired of the pain.
Tired of it all.
This time
this era
it is one of the harshest I have seen
which morality’s lack
men slack
wrack and ruin at hand.
Desolate
a future no one wants to see
branded upon my mind
my heart
cutting my tongue from my lips
spout not the truth
speak not the validity of time.
Saintly
I am not
moving with delicate grace
gliding behind
dagger in hand
plunging through his back.
Slip away
quiet as a cat
demon’s will done
I have won
once again.
©Nov. 2/19
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LOVE the way you ended you awesome poem…and……I love the powerful words you always use. 🙂
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Thank you so much. I had the nun imagery and then as I began to write it morphed. I am enjoying expanding my creativity
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You are very welcome Jay-lyn…….may your day bring you smiles. 🙂
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Thank you I am sure it will. 😄
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🙂
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Hanging out with my son until his friends come over
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sounds wonderful!
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