Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2019
when you called. Had my
mouth wide open but –
no words at all.
Felt like an unloaded gun
Useless as one

My head was a canvas –
stark, barren naked
Felt as I was stripped
like a couch being reupholstered

The gun again –
Loaded, but not in its holster
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
128
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems