Soliloquy Of Repression Poem by Gabrielle Martin
Soliloquy Of Repression
I do not care much
to write;
soliloquy of repression.
The sensation of men
I do not love
atop me.
The texture of a season
that peels warmth
from my skin like a facial.
The grooves of change,
the jostles.
The canyons I crawl from
with justifications.
The maddening hum
of a lonely, noiseless night.
The arteries severed
with painful truths.
Poetry solidifies, but
it does not tourniquet the wound.
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4/19/2024 10:34:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Poetry solidifies, but it does not tourniquet the wound. A Killer Statement.... Overall.. a wonderful poem.. conveying the essence of a strong personality