Loquacious toxicity

Reeling
from the bitter words spoken
Kneeling
at the bedside broken

Stealing
what was left of convention
Appealing
for divine intervention

Healing
a heart that’s been hurting
Feeling
from speech disconcerting

And giving up
on words and wonder
while human spirit
continues in blunder

Infinitesimal,
the worn out rudder
that steers the ship
so all may shudder
when upon the shore
of lifeless entities
where love is gone
and with it identities

and
CRASH
onto the rocks.

Your loquacious toxicity
in this immediate vicinity
is not appreciated
You’re all emaciated;
driven in the wind
like chaff mixed with dust
all covered in rust
If you must
I don’t trust
your words
anymore.

© The Drummer Poet
02/08/2012

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