I reach out
a hand there
support
elevating
stepping down
gown in hand
grace epitomized.
Tis that time
to age yet another year
presented
before king and class
mother…..
there is no surprise
known men do not arise
as I cast jaundiced eye
over the batch.
Yearly…..
in
out
same men appearing
deluded
one day they might be found
bachelor island
what the fuck
where the hell is the boat from here?
I jump
reaching high
grasping vine
pull me up
pull me
screaming
scrambling
oh fuck
get me out!!!
The foliage is deep
green
scented
aids my escape
minted love
I shall disappear
I shall fade to black
never forget.
OMG
yep
I cannot believe this mess
let me bounce
run from you
saving self
get away
I love you not.
You were so smart
you were sane
yo were so fucking smooth
liar liar
pants on fire
loved me never
go to hell
my throne awaits
discipline is coming…..
I warned you
once
twice
thrice
stockades are coming
I told you not to fuck with me.
©April 12/20
Picture via Pinterest
This poem includes all the Word of the Day Challenges
since April 6th. I was having a hard time creating anything
so I pushed myself to write a coherent poem using all the missed
words. I hope I satisfy.
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