Polemical Poetry

 But we are..

Writhing in our malcontent
The tongue of retrospect
A broken faded dialect
Circumvent
For we are the children of words that
...Were never said

We splay the ribcage
To read the heart

Fortunes and favors
...It's a dying art

Wrought from hungry mouths
A crack in the foundation of our vowels


In absence... on second thought
I don't design to speak
We swallow the blood
From our tongue in cheek


The tragedy in poetry
are the words you didn't say
And
If i had a way with words
Then I would always have my way.


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