Cruel to the Truth
Yesterday I wrote this stanza in my poem, ‘The Poetic Muse’: Sometimes she storms into the room Furious with rage Raging against something she read online Heard on the news Or saw in the world She paces the room with angry energy Biting the words out As I write them down in matching fury Her rage and mine sync up perfectly Both of us angry and so frustrated At what is painfully obvious…
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