My monsters went into hiding.
It gave my throat some time to rest
To heal
Or perhaps it was time for them to sleep
To grow stronger
More vicious
To rapture my peace, once again
I'm always waiting
For that pin to drop
To hear their claws against the surface
An ominous scratch
I've felt them rumble within, from time to time.
Like Kumbakaran,
I didn't want them to wake up.
And so I waited,
Ever so patiently,
Looking for a bubble in the waters
The slightest ripple
Waiting and waiting
Before my skin ruptured at the surface!
And out they flew from me.
--- Ink and Wander
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Butterfly - 12th poetry collection
PoetryA rainbow is bursting from within me. This is my 12th collection. Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings 10) Stoicism 11) Chry...
