Painting Without Numbers – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

wash away the blood,

scrub away the fear,

a memory of sinister thoughts,

etched into the wood,

remember to oblivion given to thee,

a sea of symphonies sung,

but not sung to me,



crushed bones,

steel traps,

a visitor unwelcome,

a bed not free,

blister the sun,

rub the wound clean,


not today,


and not me…

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