new poetry, hot off the press… er… off the Word Doc.

Still wood
bird cry echo
soul reaching for what is not there.
Feet pricked by thorns
blood crumbs left on the trail
silence deafening
no one will follow.

© Maria Rich
5/25/2015

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1 Response to new poetry, hot off the press… er… off the Word Doc.

  1. Lauren says:

    Awesome, deep and inspiring.

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