The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #544 ~ #Poetry

My tongue in spite
Could split an atom
Letters written in a book
Would be unreadable
There’s an ugly face
Ready to drag me into hell
No candlelight vigil
To save my soul
All roadways barred
By a giant barrier
Can I climb over,
Run from death
Will the rose memento
In my breast pocket
carry me through?

©AnitaDawes2022

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