365 Days of Poetry — Day 112

It’s so trapped and broken; ready to spew in every direction.
It’s so caught and ill spoken; torn through every new word’s conception.
It’s dismantled and tragically losing its fame — past the point of Samaritan aid;
It’s illegally drawn for the weakest of veins, and quickly losing all shame.

– Brittany Rose

Author’s notes: I apologize for the silence. Words are hard to come by currently, and so has worth-while inspiration. Hopefully I will be able to knock through this before I lose all of you. lol Thank you for your patience. 


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