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Confessions of a Fading Queen

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

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With splinted heart, no sighs. No winks,

A woman alone cast down, tears on her brink.


Her eyes closed tightly, breath short. No sorts,

Dragons fly, serpents die, now comes dark hour.


We talk few whispers, no sounds. No glance,

Touching her quickly, never changing stance.


Walk sweetly, fair maiden.

Now it’s my pain . . .

Now it’s my shame . . .

Breathing, filling her eyes, and finding no blame.

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© 2020 Kenneth Avery

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