Tired tongues trap,
dried out moisture sap,
cracked vocals under restless wrap –
die
inside
red drip wine;
slept from disturbed cries –
Does fates whipping hand take
breathy flight
for days
nor one
lengthy night?
YOU ARE READING
Grim-filled Lullabies
PoesíaThis particular poetry collection will feature more darker, moodier elements than my other collections. Since I have a rather potent darker side - I have to get it out in some form or another. Copyright © 2016-2019 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Rese...
