Who dreamt up icy drenched land?
sound out words as best I can,
praying syllables reach for even one stars band,
a lengthy attempt at giving soul a hand;
help mine better to breathe & understand,
tears refusing to fall under no circumstance,
trapped underneath emotional trance;
Am I too close in viewing what lies beyond bend...
stains of potential feelings to attend,
made-up scenarios fed...
the rattling dread...
Could it be all part of your witty circumvent?
One may ponder mine reserve in seat
&
appear in defeat,
yet... iris scorch down to feet,
none ready for retreat.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
