So much to say, though
How…is what eludes my grasp.
My mind drowning in chaos,
The words scream fighting for air.
But alas they choke,
Dying at the hand of a
What fate beholds this tortured
Soul. Only God above knows.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Words do indeed suffer at the hands of poets. I had not thought of that before.
At times they do my friend, I know that I have tortured a word or two in my day. 🙂