Feeling so helpless....I've been waiting for release for far too long
Division of soul and shelter....life a florid collection of snapshots in a penny dreadful
Wash, rinse, repeat, adventures are to be had, not wasting away like a tide on a stormy day
Where is the passion, the fire, the vortex of emotional release that once made us feel like gods
Where is the untitled, unbridled fury of hatred and love mixed...like a bad cocktail
Poisonous poetry of the mind, fodder for the soul....are we just etchings in a glass on the chapel wall?
I wouldn't think so, like a whiskey kiss on a summer day, something always lingers
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Essence of Living
PoetryA collection of poetry, that comes from nothing, and most likely will return to nothing.
