Stones evicts throat to enrich breaths much needed release,
morphed air from toxic emotionalism swindled carried in grafted tease,
time had given smothered attempts for irises wailing a glimpsing scene,
Yet....
Luck failed beyond ingrained known proficiency –
crossing neglected lines to ensue closure is in hands reach,
look through past doomed tales,
rip corroded shards of nail –
penetrated to the core of thy being,
the world now lays livened,
perhaps the plan all along had been precisely driven.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
