My utterance drops like an axe
Defies my will and undoes acts
Resembling things you once forgave
And somehow words will dig my grave
A stupid phrase becomes refrain
A focus for the tidy pain
Intentions have their way to pave
And somehow words will dig my grave
Afraid of what the future brings
I grasp for all the shining things
You tell me there’s naught left to save
And somehow words will dig my grave
The seldom conquered path is laid
A treatise you have called a spade
My tear-filled eyes can not be brave
And somehow words will dig my grave
I scramble round reciting rites
Obliterate romantic lights
Alliterate one wordless wave
And somehow words will dig my grave
//ends
My first kyrielle, inspired by @ZucchiniBikini
1 comment:
Very evocative - I like your kyrie line very much.
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