Nursery Rhyme Poem by Jonny Brackney

Nursery Rhyme



walk home
alone
in a tailored suit
reminded of
their honey moon
through the door
his hatred blooms
weary legs give way to swoon

she lay so soft
in another's hands
love buried in a bitter sand
head cradled in her trembling hands
bleeds of sorrow's last
demand

little words
he left unsaid
to paint a wicked bed
in red

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Jonny Brackney

Jonny Brackney

Louisville, Kentucky
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