Battered
Weathered
Discover
Enter.
Hall,
Empty
Womb.
Fireplace,
Cracked
Mantle.
Gray,
Tick the
Clock.
Pause,
Ask,
“Ruins?”
Gaze
Gaze,
Blink.
Despair,
Alone
Again.
Scream
Scream
Scream.
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This is a haven for thoughts expressed in poetic forms.
Enjoy the road less travelled
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- I am an English major graduate with a B.A. from the University of Tennesse. These are my poor atempts to begin to learn how to capture that elusive spark, or the memory of said spark, that is, after all, life.
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