I have no words left,
of iron, or of brass,
of nettle, or of down.
They all lie dead.
Like window crashed birds
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Jabberwocky (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2017 05:44
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I have no words left,
of iron, or of brass,
of nettle, or of down.
They all lie dead.
Like window crashed birds
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Comments3
Thanks. Slightly ironic to write a poem about the powerlessness of words, but sometimes they are unfortunately.
Dark and disturbing. Love it.
Guess I am dark and disturbed!
Give it a month or so yet and I'll post some limericks.
I look forward to them!
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