Be annihilated
By the strength
Of the passive.
Be alarmed
By the shade
Of the harmed.
Tributes are
Famously
Fleeing the
Blue ghosts,
Running from
The overcast
Sky. They may
Not make it.
I am already lost.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoesiaWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
