Gothic HandsA Poem by The NooseIt sat in the viscera that winter It all did The unfed energy of madness The unbridled Recklessness Foaming at the mouth Virulent Bordered and contained The bloody footprints Of choice Deranged rationalisations Virulent Bordered, not contained Seeping through the fissures of sanity Tipping at the very edge of reason Where once blousy hydrangea bloomed Cradling the night The gothic hands of time Stood frozen.
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Added on January 6, 2018 Last Updated on January 6, 2018 AuthorThe Nooseseoul, South KoreaAboutConfessional poet. Words are all I have. Author of Gothic Sea. more..Writing
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