Continuing my exploration into the subconscious and its expression.
Words is a container for volatile thoughts.



At least it looks good on the mantelpiece

Words is a leaky bucket

We fill it with soul and intent

Paint it with intricate beauty

It's perfect before it's sent

We deliver with a tried out face

Only to find its core erased.




Poetry by mickeko The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-10-14 at 10:16

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