the influence of cold windsA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
i have
blisters on my inspiration raw numbness of phrasing no feeling in my words
frozen coffin lies don't collide with page as they breathe their
last integrity sits upon
titles but depravity
corrupts...
you cannot sense my
grief you are too far removed insulated, warmed by your own
self-centeredness
but one day, those blisters will grow
on you there will be a coffin
waiting
and the ground will not
be warm or welcoming.
but i will suddenly be
inspired again.
erin-cilberto 12/8/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on December 17, 2016Last Updated on December 17, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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