No wordsA Poem by ARLorenzWritten after a rough morningWords are fickle friends They often squirm away from you like a child who doesn't want her face wiped
Today I have lost my words Swallowed by the panic Which overtook my tongue this morning while I held that squirming child
My mouth tastes different with the words taken out Dry and bitter without the sweet syllables I open wide Hoping to catch them again So that I might speak another phrase And write another poem © 2016 ARLorenzFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on June 24, 2016 Last Updated on June 24, 2016 AuthorARLorenzPAAboutI'm unsure how to construct this About Me section. What do you want to know? I write about myself in an exaggerated fashion. This keeps me honest and critical. I don't read poems much but that'.. more..Writing
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