The Sun

She tried to be a poet
she wanted to be a poet,
a player with words
but her thoughts were confused
intentions abused
and the only way forward was down.

she put down on paper
read the stories out loud
nothing sank -deep enough
below the skin -to touch a nerve
thoughts washed away -her tears and the sun.
the sun -the sun invited the spider instead.

Thanks to Vidur who sparked this girl with thoughts. POW!  I hope you do not mind since I did not bother to ask.  😉

Poetry

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