POEM STARTER
Submitted by Addy Whaley
Sorrowful
Write a poem that could have this as the title.
Sorrowful
Sunken eyes felled
Dripping lost wishes,
Splinter-cracked nails
Scraping dried mud.
Soul stained by insolence,
Ineptitude brought forth
By arrogance: I’d thought
Myself as happy, joyful.
Thinking I was King
When I was nothing but
A court’s jester.
The thoughts bubbled,
Festered to a fever pitch
Until I received one kindly
Gesture; I took it in stride
As a lazy barb, quipped a
Retort to strip
Away dignity.
Foolish.
Salt puddle tears mix with
Nailbed blood at the bottom
Of the hole I dug.
Shivers course my veins,
Missing the usual company.
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