Seething slowly in a state
Of serene showing
Scrape the plate
Squeaky clean
Silent fate
Says to you
It is irate
Stiffly scoff
At this portrait
Of self serving
Spotty swagger gait
Oh so sorry
Steel blue agate
Sword swinging
At your optate
Slice decision
Incinerate
YOU ARE READING
While I was Away
PoetryThe poetry I wrote while trying a different platform. Credit to the OG publishing site on the cover, #Poemia.
