Thursday, 10 December 2015

Poem: Deleted photos

Deleted Photos
Is each deleted photo
A balm for wounds?
Or mere brooding
And breeding of bitterness?

With a click, is it release –
A way of letting go?
Or a stirring cesspool
For poisonous vendetta?

I don’t know.

I only know
I can’t control
My fingers
And my heart. 


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