Enemies that lurk under the hood of smiles,
inkling that twist in the grey mile,
shifting to every character,
faceless names that leave a mark,
conquered by the light of face,
but hammering with a dark mace,
companions wrung clean linen in outside waters,
but bloody in inside quarters,
bodies that bring a hug to your defense 's crack,
to watch it fall to a lack.
I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this.
This poem felt so bad.
Anyway, I actually haven't written a poem in a while. I've just been copying and rewriting from my saved poems from months ago.
So, what would you all have me write?
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MY POEM COLLECTION
PoetryPoetry allows you to discover, And gives you the gift to recover, Giving you the wheel and compass, To venture through the bypass
