No reasoning for mouthfuls of pleas,
fiends take no kindly to sentimental please;
Don'cha wish a Genie for task,
block &
shatter fermented past?
beit far away of greasy reach by dismal grasp
-
to bad even the greatest forecast,
radical dramatizations refuse recast;
trace over yours then mine,
limb lines,
stagnant
&
stained ruse shrine,
rattle spell chimes;
this embrace shows strongest wills endure grueling beaten,
nor bargain for half hearted freedom.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
