Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

thunderous

22 March 2014

 

 

imperfection becomes so obvious

when expressing the inexpressible

when my idols are melted down,

mixed into a bitter elixir I drink,

lost, wandering in a wordless

wilderness of apostasy.

If only I possessed more faith

in the thunderous power

of words.

 

 

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22 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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