The wind was fierce
I was close
to be swept and pierced
Hurling through wind
as I gasped
nearing old sin
Tumble weed I was
but I rest
As tumble weed does
I’m Resting
Tag: poem
For Two
There was a cruel cackle
and a raucous roar
as I slayed my winnowing, wailing child
for two, the broken and the lucid
There sounded a cruel cackle
and a raucous roar
as I burned a poor, pure man at the stake
for two, the broken and the lucid
There blew a cruel cackle
and a raucous roar
as I held myself haughty hostage
for two
I, the broken and I, the lucid
This poem appeared first on the online publication Invisible Illness.
