National Poetry Month : Day 8

Aghast.

But,
causing concern casually.

Defending every
feared featured felon.

Gaining haunted insights intact innocuously.

Judiciously kind,
lamenting lost loves.

Mitigating nonexistent
omnipotent obnoxious oppressors.

Praying quite rationally,
reading ravenously.

Solemnly, taken up.

Unfortunately unforgiven.

Very worried.

Xeroxed.

Yet,

you yearned youthfully yesterday yelling:

Zippi-di-do-dah!

Comments

  1. Now THAT took some thought!! Impressive!!!

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    1. Figured I would try a new way and challenge myself. It is somewhat disjointed-I think I will have to try this again.

      Thank you for reading <3

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