Inspiration: 'The End of the World Running Club' by Adrian J Walker.
Strange things of certainty,
Are the graves in the field
Where I live,
And I believe I know who is buried beneath them.
The cliff is falling down,
Drowning in mud
I sat there,
Shivering beneath a gathering storm.
I was
Torn apart,
But I
Wasn't alone.
My memory,
Like
A string of flickering flames,
Connected.
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The Blackout
PoetryThe Blackout is a collection of poems written using the blackout technique. Taking words from other books, these poems will create something entirely new, from existing works.
