Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 13, 2014

Crushed~by Melvina Germain‎>Poems Plus by Melvina & Friends


 

 

Crushed

What do I do but scribe these words
So precious be thy mighty few
May they bleed the rage of thy 
Bleeding heart
Think not I write them just for you
Tis granite, marble, cold as hell
The darkness of thy open spell
Listen to the cocks
Gruff ugly voice
He calls, he calls, yes he calls to you
Be it rum or scotch or whiskey’s pain
Trudge not in this valley of rough torraine

Written by: Melvina Germain


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