On Writing

Poem 313 – It

It

When It arrives
It’s too late for me to stop It
It penetrates my organs
(It adores my skin wreaks havoc on my heart continuously hunts for my soul)
Its power crushes mine

Describing It is complicated
Except to say: infiltration of nothingness

(I lose my pack become a woman who runs, weeping and weak, away from the wolves)

Except to say: numb like the ‘b’ in the word Itself
There but silent – completely unaware of Its purpose

Except to say: planet-like, living in the solar system of my being
My light, Its star never bright enough

One thought on “Poem 313 – It

  1. really like this one…

    Charis Cotter https://www.chariscotter.com/

    *The Dollhouse: A Ghost Story* “A twisty tale … a time-traveling mystery that will keep readers involved and guessing up to the very end.” — Kirkus Reviews

    On Tue, 9 Nov 2021 at 11:20, VANESSA SHIELDS, writer wrote:

    > Vanessa Shields posted: ” It When It arrivesIt’s too late for me to stop > ItIt penetrates my organs(It adores my skin wreaks havoc on my heart > continuously hunts for my soul)Its power crushes mine Describing It is > complicatedExcept to say: infiltration of nothingness (I l” >

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