Chasing Words

I grab at the words

As they giggle and give chase

Constant silent scream

Is that a gray hair?

I squint though my eyesight’s fine

Whose idea was this?

Blood on the pages

I’m waiting for approval

Of all I’ve laid bare.

geezergirl1 March 25, 2013 / 7:55 pm

Love your poem… sorry about that pesky gray hair and be damned on all that feeling of vulnerability. Life gives it doesn’t it? xo

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