Anomaly


My eyes fixate on a blank piece of paper
trying to see the words that aren't yet written.
I know things not many people know;
one involves an adulterous woman being smitten.

This eats at me 'till I can no longer take it;
somebody needs to know
that this woman I'm writing about
has gotten totally out of control.

Inside myself, I know what I should do,
I know what should be done,
but the only reason my lips are sealed
is I don't want to be the one shunned.

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