Sniffing the pulpit

by Sneak - Virgo

Wind whipped edges sting,
But not so much,
As the splinters of closed minds.
But hey,
Got to say,
Love the power in your voice.
Volumes great,
To deafen the inner churn,
And maybe, just maybe,
Enough servings will deaden the bile,
Of those smiling over the cliff.
But then faith was always such a slut,
When ignorance came a' courting.

Birth sign: Virgo
Date created: 2000-05-24 22:41:26
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:17
Poem ID: 56226

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