What is this woodblock in my chest
beyond kilos and pounds to tons (or tonnes)?
Quivering, it vibrates my spine,
my foggy head,
all’s aching weight,
anguish and dread.

poem-heavy December 4, 2020
Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:23 am
Tags: assonance, consonance, literal, metaphor, poem, poetry, rhyme
Tags: assonance, consonance, literal, metaphor, poem, poetry, rhyme
