Death to Life
I clawed my way up from hades tomb
I paid the watcher for a ride to the living
emerging brand new like a baby from a womb
I faced my beast and won
I no longer feel a foreboding sense of doom
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Poison Ink
PoesíaMy internal feelings were bubbling into thoughts, forming into words, growing wings, and taking flight, reaching the ears and minds of others, expressing something more significant than a sentence, a hollowed moment of life's waves. I hope these wo...
