Edward Ahern Verse-Virtual 2018 November

November 2018

I write accessible poems, mostly short, that try and reach non-poets who can nod in empathy with the emotion or mood described. (Poets will nod in any case, affirming my right to write junk.)

The Ambush

I crouch hiding from self,
letting thoughts amble by unassaulted.
For I ravage not from hunger,
nor maul from envy.
I dread the moments
when brittle restraints crack
and I savage the feelings
that I’m beholden to cherish.
The moments are not vicious
for I am maiming with the talons
of self doubt.

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