Born a barren mother to myself
Abandoned into a chasm of despondency
Drowning in a sea of overwhelming inequity
Weighed down by ages of grief
Assaulted by the needle fine
Nails of self-loathing
Scratching through my saturated overcoat
The only one able to mount an escape
From the roiling oceans of disparity
Its briny reek clinging to my hair
Hand-over-hand clinging to the grinding stone face
As the battering weight of my memory
Tries to wash me back into the depths
Grasping oblivion come to take
Every new obstacle
More staggering than previously staked
Nothing will break me down now
If no bomb hurled at me
Has reduced me to ash and gore yet
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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