Blood shot eyes
And ringing bells.
Swelling cries
And wallowing wells.
Pulling hair
And dimming lights.
Sickening air
And silent nights.
Ending desires
And fruitful beginnings.
Burning fires
And wrong feelings.
Mismatched birds
And unreal words.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
