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AROUND
LOOK,
where tufted cushions
cover scar-marks
never mentioned.
Well-intentioned
were the one-offs
uttered, out of hearing
range. Strange, to
TURN,
between extremes
of day’s abuses
where excuses
burn a silent
tongue, timid
to rebuttal of relief.
Grief held mute.
BEEN,
without consoling
on a rolling
coaster ride.
Hiding from
success of knowing
yesterday is over.
No return.
STILL
no lonely highway
marks tomorrow. Even
sorrow needs a holiday.
Note: I couldn't get this to format as I'd hoped, i.e. with each successive stanza from 1-4 being indented, and then reversing the process from stanzas 5-8. After a couple of tries I gave up and just centered it. On a different note, I'm experimenting, wanting to use the title as a word able to follow (but not actually doing so) each capitalized word in the poem. I'm open to responses on how that worked. I'm not interminably sad or anything, these were the first words that fitted themselves here for use.
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