The Worm Poem by Stephen Harris
The Worm
The wounding word is easily cast, simply willy nilly,
With little thought and even less of care;
Yet the worm burrows within the walls of the inner sanctum,
Devouring peace, while peace gently rests,
And from the shadows beckons grief there.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
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