Whispered Blasphemies Poem by arqios k

Whispered Blasphemies



nothing held sacred;
make our heads churn,
no one deemed holy
save our only concern

value of waning life
drowned by strife's urn
no elegance of phrase;
wordless grace return

Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: living
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