Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Left
Err on side of
Judged rage, abashed
This quandary quakes,
Beneath and makes all rumpled
Covers fall aside, leave
Corpse, though wick, a chill,
A pall upon, for being gone.
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