25/04/14
Fighting everyday for its own life.
The blade of a knife
Lies buried in the chest;
Heaving for one penultimate breath.
A fire burning burning burning
In the skyline of concrete blocks.
Red red red bleeds the anguish
But the vengeance, relish
Will be its alone;
When it wipes clean
That colour
Of murder.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetrySome personal writing that I've been keeping in a poem diary of sorts. I thought I would share.
