A Poet’s Curse

Words, my only friends–
never betraying but which I give them,
enemies of my own making;
curse the heart that gives them soul,
smother the lungs that give them voice,
whither the fingers that give them life.
Only silence is certainty.
Only silence is safe.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: