Night time, what have
I done to solicit your wrath?
Gnashing your teeth into my mind...
Heavy are the breaths
that strangle themselves,
making the unsuspecting heart
ache in the throes of death.
Reaching out to the bloody dark,
everything dissolves, spawning panic.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
