Sunday Wordle: The village

July 2, 2017July 2, 2017Matt

The village swallowed you whole
And you became strangers
To the tribe you used to know
Even the best friends
As you spat on your hands and shook
A promise of brotherhood
Now everything quakes
In the balance
You thought friendship
Was made in stone
Your pride is hard to swallow
When your undoing was your own
Now you’ve a heart shaped hole
Waiting on the beating
Of another

jillys2016 July 2, 2017 / 1:52 pm

Hit the center of the target with the truths in this poem! Marvelous.

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- Matt Johnson July 2, 2017 / 2:40 pm
  
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oldegg July 3, 2017 / 7:47 am

I am always amazed where the use of the twelve words takes me. I expect it is for you too. The last three lines are very telling.

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Jae Rose July 3, 2017 / 8:46 am

A powerful poem – well written

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purplepeninportland July 4, 2017 / 2:29 am

This is wonderful, Matt. Love your ending!

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- Matt Johnson July 4, 2017 / 11:04 pm
  
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