johnfboslet2001

OF LONELINESS by john f boslet WHAT DARKER WORDS FOR MY MOUTH SPEAK THAN IN THIS HOUR, WHICH YOU IMPOSE OF LONELINESS AND VISION BLEAK A STEM OF THORNS, A PLUCKED WHITE ROSE. IF I WERE BUT TO TAKE MY LIFE BY FLAME, BY FALL, BY SHARPENED KNIFE AND HELL'S MOUTH OPEN WIDE FOR ME PLUNGE INTO A FIERY SEA. OR WOULD I BREATHE AS HEAVEN'S BREEZE? LIE TRANQUIL 'NEATH GREEN RUSTLING TREES COURAGE OR COWARDICE TO SLIT A VEIN AS ONE WITH ONE, AS ONE WITH PAIN.