Grounded in the back
Of my throat, then
Over my tongue and to my lips
Destined to be released
Beyond the universe realms, out
Yonder.
Easier it never becomes to
Say.
National Poetry Writing Month: Day 12 – Goodbyes
Grounded in the back
Of my throat, then
Over my tongue and to my lips
Destined to be released
Beyond the universe realms, out
Yonder.
Easier it never becomes to
Say.
