My Destructive Touch
Do you know what it's like to have nothing work?
While you enemies hold that tight evil smirk?
You're stuck in a junk filled house.
What once worked
Is now all irked
All because of your destructive touch
Destructive touch, the one you own such,
You hold in your hand
Something delicate and free
You destroy it whole on your destructive killing spree
At the end of the day while you gain lay
Upon your broken bed,
You realize a big surprise,
The touch you never had.
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Reflections on Darkness
PoesíaOriginal works of poetry written by C.W. Fuller. All Rights Reserved
