You clutch the clothes to your skin
Cold Nostalgia chills you to the bones
You walked away again
This time the mallet hit the wood
Arrogant tears traipse down your skin
Regret and pain encircle your bosom
As you nod painfully
Your thoughts walk back in time to
When you sold your soul to lust, intertwined with desire
You saw blur but you walked through
Through forbidden territories and boundaries
He whispered words and took a flight in you
Sailing through bones that became still
You laid down mistakes and buried a dusty Bible
Now yours walls are cracked and evil eyes see through
Your lips part and you can still make a sound
A sound of healing from within
A music that heals and a voice that soothes
You are back
Are you feeling poetic? Does your poem need some polishing?
Is there a poem inside you awaiting some prodding?
All roads lead to firstname.lastname@example.org; attach your work in a mail titled ‘Poets’ Thursday’. We shall ensure that your poetic muse does not divorce you, now or ever.
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