"And All Participles Will Grow Weary and Stop"

My pupils have shrunk to a size reserved
For polysyllabic units of measure
I am not paralyzed with fear- this is a
Comatose tragedy
The air sighs relief having dodged screams afire
I am terrified
I pray to anything pure of this life
That I will not falter
Through the floorboards of this remorse
And I shudder to discover
That this pen now
Fails to grant me solace.


Maverick
06:26:07 PM