Tendril Poem by rich soos

Tendril



a single shoot sprouts from my chest
and grasps hold of the desk before me
as I wait for the jury to decide

the pressure in the air has deafened me
the pressure in my mind has blinded me
the pressure in my throat has muted me

the vine from my heart alone can breath


from Cell Notebook (2016)

Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,decision,heart,wait
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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