Vague - Poem by Sophia White
If I could but eliminate
One word that I so dearly hate
That simply burns my palate
It isn’t how it sounds at all
That gives me such horrid apall.
That offense is very small.
No, it is the denotation.
The ensuing, dark frustration.
Such a wrathful, cruel sensation.
Too many things are so unclear
You add to all the darkness here
And refresh my rain of tears.
I read a word, a verse, a song,
But get the meaning so very wrong.
And I wonder, suffer long.
What does it mean? What does it mean?
What hides in the woven terminology?
So clear to the writer, but to befuddled me –
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