Writhing
Pulling and crying
Yanking and burning
The pain of these worlds
In my soul it forever sits
These chains of night
Scorching; killing
Eternally
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
Chains
Writhing
Pulling and crying
Yanking and burning
The pain of these worlds
In my soul it forever sits
These chains of night
Scorching; killing
Eternally
~N
