Words have been
quiet in me.
Not all words,
anger always
finds its voice.
It stomps
on my brain
hoping to reach
my tongue.
Poetry has
ghosted me.
I beg for text
a smiling word,
a heart that
doesn’t bleed,
but my pen has
found another poet.
Wars, billionaires,
death, hunger…
Are there any
new verses
to describe it?
©Susie Clevenger 2026
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