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i’ve nothing much to say

words
hemorrhage from my mind at times.
in gushes of red colloquy.
rich words.
now and again the efflux is so
rampant that i can taste
the mineral in the air.

then fall oozes into winter
and the words become diluted
and i find myself mitigating
this new reality; that in the
bleakest of days
i’ve nothing much to say.

so i girdle my heart,
and patch up
the contusions with pertinence,
and cover over the wales of
my Master’s lash with clever
anecdotes that never actually
stymie the flow.

there are
no bandages to keep me from
completely bleeding out.

there
are only more words from an
incessant heart that cannot
seem to muster any single
truth. all attempts
have proven caustic to
my soul.

so here,
another year ends and
i’m no closer to myself.

and old man winter has no breath to
freeze even a single word in place.

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6 thoughts on “i’ve nothing much to say

  1. “there
    are only more words from an
    incessant heart that cannot
    seem to muster any single
    truth.”

    i see you. i am so grateful for you sharing your words.

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