in this house
i shall stay silent as a mouse
i make one mistake
and my whole life is at stake
my luck has been doused
he sits, unknowing
of the monster he helped make
unaware of death
i shall not sleep until he slumbers
i shall not be subject to this thunder
that berates my ears and marks my skin
i am ashamed to call him my kin
what would this life be without him? i wonder
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sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
