Blame Poem by Marton Dezso
Blame
Rating: ★2.5
is it the pen
that I can not write
or is that the paper?
is my mouth getting smaller
or just my words
are getting greater?
is it my heart
that I can not love
or was that my creator?
he who at the same time
made me to a servant
and betrayer
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4/23/2024 10:08:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There is a Biblical feel to this one - a Judas moment, perhaps? I particularly like the second stanza 'is my mouth getting smaller'. All is relative is it not? By the way, I think you mean creator in stanza three. Your work is not overcrowded with words. I like that. Many poets say too much. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥