Butchering a Beautiful Dickinson Poem- Poem

cburrow030791

Oct 22, 20221 min read

Updated: Mar 20, 2023

Despair is a thing with leathery wings

and talons that lurks in the mind,

and tacitly threatens- ceaselessly.

This monster clings to my back

and perseveres like a storm- its perpetuity-

I’m in the eye of a hurricane of horrors.

It chills me- Alienates me

Yet never- once-

have I had the strength to leave it behind.

Recent Posts

Like a prince you came, charming. Gallant in stride, I saw you from atop this tower. You crawled. I waited. You climbed. I prayed. You...

If I see the sun rise when you smile, I must be Icarus whose enamored heart has taken flight on a kamikaze course. Untouchable, You would...

A warm, spring, sunny stroll in the park, the air abuzz with freshly bloomed beauty, I tread a perfectly manicured trail. I see a woman...

Post: Blog2_Post