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(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

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A Little Conceit

What can I say that hasn't been said?
Words will not get it right.
Defy the convention.
Break the taboo.
Speak or stay silent,
they will label it how they will.

Was it a gift or something I stole?
Sweet delusion
or something more?
I would keep my truth
though I ignored the prophecy
written in my own hand.

And here at the end
I'm bereft of answers,
with no right to know,
though I scan my sources,
taut with expectation
and my mind in tatters.

Dead men don't tell tales
so we have to make them up,
lest we go mad.

This was written for Three Word Wednesday and for M.A.


Alice Audrey said...

I'm so glad to see you again!!!

What a strong return! I particularly like the weight of the final stanza.

June 22, 2016 at 12:23 PM
Ann (bunnygirl) said...

@Alice: This is actually the third of a series. When I stop crying, I'll stop writing them, I guess. Maybe.

June 22, 2016 at 1:17 PM
Jae Rose said...

Such an honest and powerful poem - I agree the last verse is so very powerful.. The words are strong..the dilemma and a sense of loss evident...I am glad you are 'back' though wish and hope you weren't crying

June 22, 2016 at 1:54 PM
Old Egg said...

It is worse for a writer as your creative imagination will create all the possible scenarios; the what ifs that sit within you. Dream on as that itself is a comfort. Hopefully as you do the pain will slowly ease.

June 22, 2016 at 6:47 PM

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