Grieving

Grieving

Could not decipher,
who am I.
You stab the words.
They bleed.

Gypsy thoughts,
don't tell the fortune.
I will write my own will
in coal.

In blue waters
black moons float, before
seeking the volcano to
bury the hatchet.

You come hiding
the chopped toe, you
offered to deity to punish
the pen.

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

"Could not decipher, who I am. You stab the words. They Bleed." That's a pretty strong opening that made me need to reread it a couple of times. This poem feels like there's a lot of depth to it; hidden meaning behind a key the author alone holds. Mysterious. A little vengeful. Righting wrongs, somehow. that's the overall feeling I get from this, and I'm totally there for it! Nice work! :)