Gathering Skeletons

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I am gathering skeletons

Of human error;

Lurking in the corners

Of my life – rattling,

Refusing to

Collect dust

Their fingerbones

Laced with spite and self-pity

Their toes clawing hold

On the shifting ground

Of new circumstance

Their bones carved

With my inadequacies;

Onerous; not humerus

They glower from corners,

Fugged with the cobwebs

Of my blithe impropriety:

I am unable to see them.

I hear them shake their bones

Gathering strength and numbers

For an advance: with every wrong

I do, and do not know

What to do.

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6 comments on “Gathering Skeletons

  1. bobcabkings says:

    Regrets and second thoughts have a nasty habit of not staying buried, no matter how deep we dig the hole.

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  2. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    At The Well Tempered Bards, Lizzi ponders a kind of Karma.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Very neat… My favorite, clever line: “Onerous; not humerus” ;-)))

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