Friends can be fiends
Partners turn parasites
The public, the pubic
The near are the far.
Looked through, like a window
I once was a widow
Trapped in my head
Mistaken for dead.
But there’s life in these veins
And beds to be slept in
Gains to be made
Debts to be paid.
Now sweet is the silence
Precious as diamonds
When the soul’s been laid bare
It’s safer to care.
6 comments:
I like the word play here. I especially see friends as fiends these days. I feel you wrote that part for me. :)
I've been writing a lot of poetry this year. A good thing, always, even if the inspiration is sad. Poetry heals the soul.
Very witty. I like this one. "When the soul's been laid bare, it's safer to care" really jumped out at me. Nice to see you writing again!
This is good news right?
That's what I was wondering too Prom. I too like the "When the soul's been laid bare,..."
Good to see you writing again!
(my word verification - peniqupu - for some reason it made me think of penguin poop - go figure)
Yes, this is good news. Thank you, friends.
Art - maybe that verification only pops up for us Canadians...makes us feel at home, all that penguin poop and those moose droppings, you know!~
: )
I keep checking to see if you are writing anything new. Do you have anything brewing?
Very funny about the moose droppings.
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