Sunday, August 4, 2024

Purge by The Real Susan Isla Tepper


Intention to purge
the martyr
evading them—
piously

soon became
slackened reins
a neglected dream

tho’ the martyr kept on

beat the donkey
turned it blue

his songs of love
and redemption
steaming the air

stagnant with despair

The few who cared
held no influence





Susan Isla Tepper is a writer in all genres and a Playwright.

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