Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Consequence of Will
Scar atop, cut buried deep Wasted effort? Burn beneath Waiting, Chasing, Plead for this Humiliate and bend, for just a glance, Tho unbalanced, risk intense rejection. Fail! Chance's taunting echos fly, and Churn, devouring. Worth it? Aye.
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