Prudent purpose plagues me. It’s all
consuming, and expects too much.
The words fill a void without.
meaning, it’s consumption to
consume. I find solace in the
comfortlessness. Its expression
nourishes, and its silence confounds.
It leaves me little rest. I am
compressed within, and tested and
tried in a world built on sin.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
