Blather…speak it not

warmest part

The blather speaks

points fingers at the broken

makes assumptions that they are worse

in projections of its brokenness

throws energy in the mix

took aim at children

how trite

the blather thinks it is funny

to poke at lives

Blather baits to its own fate

moments of brokenness written

where nothing broken is kept inside

it is a truth that cannot hide



in my moments of brokenness I write

and when the ink is dry, there is nothing broke left inside…


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