Whispered Wanderings

Love gone, though not over you,
absolving you of acrimonious actions,
impossible.
Another anthology of fools;
Bloodsucker! Wounds blossoming forth
open, bottomless, complex.
Discordant, raucous words
conceding to none.
Condemned, words of poison unspoken,
unforgettable loss:
no consolation.

klm
10/20/22

(I really don’t remember who/what I was thinking about when this one was born! But I’ve been on vacation and apparently it was also a vacation from writing! So, sharing another older one. Back home now, so it’s time to start writing again.)