POEM

When you.  permit me   to see

With lucidity my anger

Know that it shines straight

Into your dark forest

 

Cutting through the inadequacies

With which we clothe ourselves

Like brambles.  So illuminating

That private place like  some good soldier

That we call our heart

 

Posted by simonpettet

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