The constrained will
Not wait for long - with every
Tick to madness, the column
Tightens and each turn of the
Screw becomes a wrench.
Perhaps the squealing steel will
Relent to you, should you keep safe the
Coded dialogue (no dip and rise, but a thump and cry)
And you will let it out,
You will let all of it out.
2 Comments:
you know how i love a simple poem-gorgeous
Thank you! x
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