Petals In The Grass

A Mute Bard

Purgatory is calling
Stigma is clear
Intolerant anquish
Paternal confusions
Not knowing what to think
Words fall absent
From the tip of the pen
The blank paper
Stares back in disgust
A bard beyond repair
Suffering in silence
With nothing to say


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