Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


28 June 2014



playing the air,

I visualize her neck,

longing for that calloused insensitivity.


My head hums,

what my fingers play,

but I’m still trapped in

practiced precision.


“Freedom’s just another word,

for nothing left to lose.”

I’d sell my soul to be free,

but holding her

was as close as I ever got.




28 June, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

1 Comment »

  1. Beautifully written, Michael! Your poem touched my heart.

    Comment by Lonely Daffodil | 28 June, 2014 | Reply

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