Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Weep
Trickle
Empty fathoms' grief in
Salted shell of glass
Now turned away.
Molten, fallow swath
of agony oust
Uncontained.
A weltering, sweltering
Taste saline, relief
Sublime as all is
Washed away.
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