Title: Wreckage Wake
For: Pray for Japan
Bandage me against the dark bleeding cuts and purpled bruises.
Damages lovely in retrospect regret helpless.
Smeared wounds wrenched open silted and split upward.
Broken tears spattered in the breakout stream down.
Fallen, empty promises truculent descending hopelessly.
In a lip locked kisses embrace envious inhale.
Ecstasy in a sensational exhale drown.
Sentimental contentment in a infamous evanescent melancholy.
Healing with a comforting confinement in the suffocating wreckage.
Suffering awake and utter desperation lurking in the lingering senses.
Impulses disorienting in the chaos delirium.
Abandoned alive in the shattering transgressions left alone.
Author's Note: Thank you and goodbye dear reader
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{A Poetics Collective}-Mini/Short Poetry-Ranged in themes.
PoetryThis is new found to me but wonderful.So that is what these poems will be, the little special ones. Some of them will come from my background poetry that I write randomly but happily. Thanks for reading this and I hope you are amused and this will b...
