Shoe Box "Justice"A Poem by Miri GraceRoad map
laugh lines Frame eyes
of cornflower blue As if the
sky was your soul And the world
wide open for you. What a
cruelty, then, That you
sit, confined, Your cell
door locked By the
false words That they
pried from your lips. Poisonous
words, Caustic
people, Who would put
the heavens In a box On the
shelf? © 2019 Miri Grace |
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1 Review Added on October 3, 2019 Last Updated on October 3, 2019 Tags: anger, grief, father, separation Author
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