When futility of light upholds
And the dead hour unfolds
My darkest secrets I speak
And I let you sneak a peek
But in the void shall disperse
A whisper of clandestine words!
C.
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
