One Fell Swoop Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

One Fell Swoop



Rasping against my mind like a guitar out of tune,
hurting intellect with it's noisy distribution of
inert sounds.
Swallowing hard, the temptation to end it all in
one fell swoop, not caring what happens as long
as I disappear into the next horizon.

(8: 56 a.m. - 1/6/14)

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