Dissonance
Vibrates through my soul
Bones rattling
Against aging what ifs
Tremors forming behind my eyes
Demons weaving retribution
Working in wicked shifts
There is no rest for the wicked
And I am very
Tired
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A/N:
I got some woe is me stuff ready to go. Just purging free radicals and embracing the future.
-DarthPadre
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PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
