Have no place in a life reformed,
Improved, bettered, and informed.
It is but rubbish festering in the dark.
What is waste must depart
Lest yesterday’s ugliness
Spoil today’s happiness
And tomorrow’s joy by its hideous mark.
Where then to dispose of rancorous sentiment?
Is there a void so complete
That spite unspoken is replete,
And, though unvoiced, shall it be content?
Though purgation tastes bitter, its end is sweet
For cleanness in one’s soul ends all argument.
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(Writing Prompt: DARK, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)
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