Poison Ink

Without your Love to guide me, Dear,
I’d be lost in the wilderness sans a prayer of survival,
shadowed by my untameable nemesis
crisscrossing my mind, keeping me knotted up inside

Furthermore, my mind’s a garbage dump
for trivial & petty differences of opinion run amok,
disorganized clutter & such, in need of weeding,
and a stand of poison ivy too, mucking up my garden

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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