Despair won't
Ever touch you
Again
The relief of
Hell will set you free.
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Blank Pages
PoetryWords spiral across the page/ channeling the pain and rage/ of a broken, and sad writer/ who pounds the keys of a beaten typewriter./ Tear-stained yellow pages/ fly across the ages/ and the hands of time turn/ never back and always forward./
DEATH
Despair won't
Ever touch you
Again
The relief of
Hell will set you free.
