But my pores are clogged with dirty traumas
Thank you Joanna Hall for your decision to submit your poetry to Voices and the competition. Joanna is intrigued with Slam poetry, enjoys creating verse in her spare time, and is also a keen blogger. We really appreciate her kindness and support.
Yesterday
I take a sauntering step in a misshaped mishmashed dream,
I write because I’m unsure of what it means,
With an ancient smile on a quaint face concealing a tongue,
The maps that trace me shudder in wrongs,
But my pores are clogged with dirty traumas,
And my confusion continues to grow warmer,
Sand begins building,
And the castle is feeding,
With waves,
That crash weak yellowed veins.
Joanna Hall
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