circuitous journey as infinity breathes down our throatA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertocircuitous
journey as infinity breathes down our throat the
burden of secrets many
years kept a
yellow heart calls
itself coward blood
red retraction of
something never said just
a somber guilt bred into
growing pains but
sometimes we cannot
go back and
the elephant in the room is
no longer capable of
sleight of conscience tricks. erin-cilberto 5/13/25 © 2025 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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13 Reviews Added on May 24, 2025 Last Updated on May 24, 2025 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more.. |

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