Friday, September 17, 2021

never to be known, or read

some poetry is not meant
to be written, or at least not shown
to the general public.
there is too much blood
on the page.
how dare you say what you
really mean to say.
save your personal grief
and grievances
for therapy.
better to stuff them beneath
the mattress,
under the bed ala
Emily Dickinson.
or not seen at all, tossed
into the fire, never to be
known, or read.

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