But look at me,
Correct my wrong,
Tell me I'm foolish,
Light death of a song;
For please awake
Something so cruel of me,
So to rest it be put,
And bring harmony.
But be wary of,
The toll it makes,
Because simple words,
Provoke thoughts for days,
But days could mean years
Of a different tide,
And so tic toc,
Tic toc of time.
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Bloodless
PoetryA poetry anthology pertaining to things that block the light in certain tunnels. A warning: Most of these poems tackle family issues, sexual abuse and other dark topics. All poetry was created by Avanna Limon.
