
Painting Eoin Llewellyn
Pacifism,
prison of the unknown.
When you’ve never punched anyone.
Felt face turn to stone.
Pushed beyond flesh
to find bone.
Never made someone’s vision
a temporary prism,
spinning cyclone.
When you’ve never settled a score.
Slammed fist through door.
Violence rumbles when ignored.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
d’Verse Poet’s Pub|Quadrille #160: Poems that Pack a Punch





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