Let Them Pass Away

 

dying diseased words

gasp-

the scaly, slippery beings-

how they are

bereft of that golden sheen-

bred in cramped quarters

of cliché ,

exaggeration,

untruth,

they can no longer take in

the stress

of being hyper active-

how hard it is

for one

to let go of their pet words-

 

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry 431@ Poets United

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