My Wicked Words – Poem by nj coleman
Each line spoken is a battle between light and fire, born to no one but the page.
In My Wicked Words, nj coleman wrestles with language that blesses and burns—an orphaned chorus of angels and demons alike. Read it now on Written Tales. Submissions are open if your words carry a little wickedness too.
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Some are my angels Halo’d and winged Others my demons Horned and singed These words I speak of, these ill-fated feti, doomed orphans on the yellowed page Lonely and Shawled Wicked words can devour the feeble and weak as they bump into walls in the night, sightless and hushed Yet there was once a vision They once had a voice And I am not God. The weak make their own choice
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✍️ About the Authors
NJ Coleman is a Chicago area poet and writer. He draws inspiration from everything and anything. NJ crafts poems and stories that explore a wide range of themes, from love and loss to fear and faith.
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