Release – Ivorian Sonnet LXXXIX

Too much hurt held secret, he dared not speak
Each grating breath left him silent and weak
The rise in tension hearing her tears cry
She scraped and grazed her flesh to draw his blood
More callous words then left alone to die
Her voice still chocking identity’s name
This secret hurt a self-destructive life
The past made unforgotten words its claim
Then slice and dice the soul with heartbreak’s knife
Desiring dreams behind fences of flame
As certainties flowed out in their own flood
No more the slave; this is his right to life
For freedom is born as old voices shriek
And bids a farewell to living a lie


© J Farmer 2013


via The Poetic Round Forum.

About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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7 Responses to Release – Ivorian Sonnet LXXXIX

  1. A powerful release in every sense of the word, Jeremy. Beautiful!

  2. Jem, I am always compelled by your words, drawn to the anchored weight of their meaning. Wonderful to read you once again.

  3. Al says:

    Brilliantly written

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