A Poem by Jessica Elaine Blinkhorn

I reflect on the use to be’s and why nots.

The silence of thought is deafening and hungering emptiness is an all consuming pain.

A blank gaze yields a small child’s swimming pool eye’s and I feel the stoic give birth to sorrow.

I count the break of broken beat’s belonging to the broken and insane.

I have had my momentary release and while the sunsets I pray for clear skies tomorrow.


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