Do you truly have the power to avoid the storm?
The tornado, the rabbit hole will swallow you
and spit you out where nothing makes sense
and everything is too bright and loud
The riddles and rhymes they tell you
do not explain the dangers
You proceed as a blind man
feeling your way with gloved fingers
lost beyond reason.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
PoetryThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
