DespairA Poem by KyleWords bleating out like some broken animal Filling the air as clouds do on a rainy day The passing damnations of the judgmental No help at all, “No, it won’t be okay”
The pain coursing through these veins Building and building like years in a life Above my head a storm of despair hangs What is it for, all these years of strife? © 2014 Kyle |
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KyleOHAboutHello! My name is Kyle, and I am but an amateur who dabbles in writing. I am mainly a landscape photographer, but have been interested in getting some feedback on my writing to hopefully grow in that .. more..Writing
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