My Little Poem

My little poem

Tattooed with stars,

Sits in the corner,

Cooped up, weary

Among wreckages

Of her dream-

She looks at me-

She has a halo of lemon yellow-

Words hang all over the place-

I am tidying up every syllable,

Though I’ll throw some away

Into the darkness outside-

I am waiting

To see her dance

In the end-

Posted for The Sunday Muse for muse # 15


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