The poisoned penA Poem by Cherrie L BillJust mess'n aroundI can't take my eyes from the quill. That barbed instrument of guilt. Patently I wait for the sun, with hope its venom will wilt. A breeze tickles its plume, and I long to rage in its truth. I've placed it just out of reach. And find, a good nights rest will renew my will.
© 2019 Cherrie L BillAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 5, 2019 Last Updated on August 10, 2019 AuthorCherrie L BillLA aka lower alabama, ALAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. My goodness is I am going back too country living, I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. Plus my new love has given me a new lease on life. I als.. more.. |

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