Your poetry upon do I choke
It is heavy
THICK
With words
Gagging me like three day old porridge
The horror
But I wade on
Turning blue
And die
Upon your over inked page
YOU ARE READING
EXPOSED
PoetryA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
"Thick"
Your poetry upon do I choke
It is heavy
THICK
With words
Gagging me like three day old porridge
The horror
But I wade on
Turning blue
And die
Upon your over inked page
