#290 of 365 – “doubt

“doubt”

 

doubt hungers

and feeds

leaves carcasses

of time

rusted out hours

minutes

twisted

like vine

grinds up

my visions

into ragged

scraps

and hollows

my prayers

till they wane

and collapse

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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