Sunday’s Poetry Post

Settling The Storm


Not going

To fight,

Won’t rollover

And pretend.


No more

Harsh words,

My eyes

Are dry.


I’m weary

From trying,

There’s no

Sense denying.


It’s better

To leave

Than surrender,

Give in.


Starting now

Only silence.

The past

Is done.


My world

Won’t end.

Maybe stall

A bit.



About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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