Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Pearls


A curse of modicums that grate
Tears bathe to sate
Each sting adds to the string

Life equals pain a given
Each ache is livin’
I’m meek because I’m weak

We spread seeds of our pain
Cursing all with same
Regret I bear each I share

Each pearl pulled from me
Never wanted to be
Not so rare, many there

© October 2017
Duane Windell Phillips
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