More Sunday Cringe for your reading pleasure...
strung
strung so tightly
if someone lifted a finger
to touch the tension
the string of my being
oh...!
that resultant sound
an electric whine of feedback
&
untuned
unlovely
to any ear
I keep getting tighter
tolerance thinner
with every turning
of the earth
fear casting shadows
thick like razors
almost touching the
string of my being
2 comments:
Awesome. (Your writing not your feeling 'strung')
Bon, I have always loved your poetry. This is very good. Write some more! I gather that you are stressed a whooole lot. Love, Mom
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