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Mar 2017
them words ..them words ..them words
I heard
just keep on bouncing round and round
inside my head
I can't seem to find a way
to let them out
but I just can't let them stay

because they will erode
the tranquility of my inner sanctity
that pious temple I used to be
left like the derelict
bell tower ..standing all alone
out in the desert-long abandoned
slowly eroded ,falling back to earth....
..brick and stone

that's not me
not WHO I AM!!
NOT AT ALL who I fought to become
yet they keep bouncing like wrecker *****
turning my mind into useless dust
like a disease of doom and dread
how do I get back to being me ....
         ....after those words that I never should have said !
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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