Visceral Virtue

Falling fast
hit with past
blows last;
I feel so crass.
So I yell
I try compel
truth to tell,
I’m in hell.
So very lit
like a wick
that is so thick
isn’t so quick.
Just apart
for this start
of our art
I feel a part.
You’ve a tone
I it condone
for not alone
I am at home.
I am distress
I must confess
I feel duress
I feel a test.
Haven’t seen
you for weeks
I am so weak
and incomplete.
Don’t dredge
a bottom hedge
I feel instead
the end a ledge.
So I draw now
a feeling pound
of honest sound;
love compound.
Attract the snow
to where I grow
notions I know
so I feel the blow.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Seems I lost you again my friend.
    Gutted, as its meant I’ve missed gems such as this 🖤🖤

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    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you so much my old friend. You are extremely appreciated as always. 😊😊

      Liked by 1 person

      1. You too! 😊🖤

        Liked by 1 person

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