Dirty thoughts hanging on a black cloud,
and the mind in utter ruin,
yet hanging on, in a desperate attempt to save my sanity,
the cloud grows, breathing no longer comes
easy; sun buried beneath a hazy sky,
and in my fortune, I hold on
to something pure in this world,
the burning flame causing my destruction.
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Please Don't Touch
PoesiaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
