Blister

Torture of the soul
Blistering of the heart
Wringing rivers of life
To ink a twisted tale
Stretched and dried
Under the harsh sun
Of truth

Filed Under: Bits, Quill Tagged With: Life, loss, pain, poem, poetry, truth

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