Hidden words lurking between the lines
ever elusive upon the page,
contents shattered in fragmented glass
entangled with shards of inner rage.
Script burning up wearied fingertips
in a language unbeknown to most,
indications vulgar with intent
emotions declared by abstract host.
This natural process from nimble mind
though who could possibly understand,
phantom thoughts pulled from climatic depths
as poetic muse controls the hand.




this is a wonderful poem and I enjoyed the read, hopefully it will kick start my muse! Thank you for entering this contest 


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