POEM - lights off
January 28, 2021 at 1:35 pm,
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the things that eat at me are far deeper
and much
much more entangled
than the worms or the hemorrhoids or
the lost lovers.
there's a darkness
in all of us
of course
and
i pretend,
i catch the shadow from the
light
in different
dim and
glimmer and
i wash my hands of
it.
but the
blood will
not
wash off; it
never really
leaves
the best
of us.
this darkness is not
something easily
stomached and
maybe
that is why the bowels are
irritable and the
anus is inflamed.
and i don't blame them.
this spew of life
into stagnant verse
over closed casket
still
waits at night and
i am always
too
polite to
tell the truth.
please, tell
me you've got it
figured out
this time.
- Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
@C.G.POETRY