*
&
it's here
within steady arms,
I find another piece of mine heart,
was deeply buried...
yet,
reckless charred,
& adeptly marred;
-
emotional battles sneak up even
when a elastic
smile's upon face.
with it were dirt to wash away,
forgotten & erased;
elation bares a cost,
&
I swear...
none of these vultures ever exhaust,
Is there a reflective minute
to pause?
Just let mine throat catch much
needed breath,
then start the race all over again till death.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...