This mimicks a reconstruction
Within her head
Ought to have said

Out in the ether were her words
Like flying birds
Seeing just pain
Now her domain

Jumbled words were all she had then
No scroll, no pen
The fear set in
Words, trapped within

©Vivian Zems

(#Minute Poem)

Micropoetry Month 24/30~ Minute Poem

November Writing Prompt 23/30

A minute poem has 12 lines of 60 syllables broken into in 3 stanzas, following the 8/4/4/4 syllable pattern and the aabb/ ccdd/ eeff/ rhyme scheme.