I know I'll be measured
by the thing I couldn't help,
ruled by an epitaph:
'all-my-fault' on a headstone
completely unneeded; stone enough I've been.
Set upright in light with bloodshed and pain
there's no safety in darkness,
I cover my eyes.
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Challenge: Words Count with Mama Zen
That woman of few words, Mama Zen (Another Damn Poetry Blog) asks us to examine if --and how--we are weird. Not far to look for me. Words have been hard to find of late, but I did manage to drag out 46.
Image: Unidentified standing stone between Millstreet and Ballinagree, County Cork, Ireland
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