The Virgin

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Call me fortress

For I fear

Defences high

You won’t get near

Or I get over

Walls so dear

Are kept to keep

You out from here

I creep to hide

In seek of safety

To reside I slide

Into the cracks

Where none can see

Lack of human contact

Will not be touching me

With very little effort

I can simply disappear

Contraction of no action

Out or in and never here

No breathing

Just a pause of breath

between the worlds of was

Suspended in no elements

I never was because

 

©K Barr

 

 

Movement

Standard

These gates

Can’t hold

Too late

My hates

Are breaking

Waves are rolling

Over clearing obstacles

In rage of way

Waylaid

Not I

A clearing make

In wake

Of detestation

Things that reek

Of all unfairness

Foul the smell

Of imbalance

I seek a cleaner air

To breathe that what

Beneath me lies

In acts that can’t undo

Themselves the rancid rot

Of what was not

Intended but ensued

Just all the same

This history no mystery

Eschewed

I choose

To change

 

©K Barr