April Swan

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Nunn Of None - Poem by April Swan

Nunn of none
Smiles sweet
With a wink
A saint in all her glory
With greedy eyes
She knows the book very well
A holey pleasure; the game of glee
On and on it seems
What is right with her
And wrong with me,
A dueling twisted song
A smile, but only I can see
The cold glint that's shining in her teeth
The smile that I dread,
I am powerless, possessed
I'm the broken pawn in her big game of chess
But she could not dirty her dainty feet
All problems were all meant for me
But why should I listen,
To the projection
Of her daemons underneath
I will not let her define me,
But her faultless ways consuming me
That song of should-be's never could cease
So I did with amen


Poet's Notes about The Poem

it is about verbal abuse and control.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 15, 2013


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