Arab sword stuck
deep in my gut.
Rusted shut
with puss,
wound
ready to gush.
Gushing
from its cocoon–
Bursting
big salient balloon.
Burning bright,
the star ascends–
a sign of respite,
my only boon.
The Price of Diligence in Poetry
- Jan. 30, 2018, 7:50 p.m.
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