My ears began to buzz
and I became chagrined
alert to any inkling
of atavistic twinkling
but it was just the wind
complaining like it does;
sufficiently removed
I resisted every urge
to seek intercession
for each past transgression
and tried my best to purge
the need that truth be proved.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
Visiting during the #blog challenge. Love poetry and admire your work. I write fiction. What would we do if we couldn't write.
Go nuts! Thanks :-)
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