#17 The worst thing

Be insincere to someone dear,

Bitter, callow, moved by fear,

Lend frost to tender, naked roots,

The threads that delve,

The nets they weave.

 

Haul them out,

Fling them wide,

Watch them fall

Over yourselves

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2 thoughts on “#17 The worst thing

  1. Very deep strong emotion in this poem. Are you saying that the pain from insincerity is so caustic that it will kill off the very fiber or root of your being?

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