Underneath,
lay wait wounded horror ferociously beat,
surged with that a spirit yet clenching sense of complete,
soaking below consistent pique,
wailing skies bear slate limbs drippingly seethe,
fear, I sing, once probable feat,
charred on its' coarsely timed fleet,
swindle wrist divulging archaeon beads,
strix reticent beak,
all warrant such is weep,
cadence rivals me weak.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
