Scorn Poem by Davin Okonorb
Scorn
The jeers and crits are barbed,
Wounding my inner man.
The snarl of those without sensitivity,
Leaving the bruised soul scorned.
My only escape is with th'queath,
Yielding my soul to its lead.
Restored from my pain with each stroke,
Until the next scorn.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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5/4/2024 2:17:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Without sensitivity with the ways of life. Nice work.