StillA Poem by K.A. WoodThe night is dark, cold, Still. Wind blows, leaves straggle through the streets, Obsession over takes everything. A lone man walks the side road, Dripping vehemence. A poor soul’s shriek lost to the wind, A deathly violence. He grins darkly, pressing onward, Guffaws lost in the solitary wind. The night is dark, cold. It is still. © 2014 K.A. WoodAuthor's Note
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K.A. WoodVAAboutI've been writing since I was little and have loved writing. It's how I've always been able to express myself, how I let the craziness of imagination out. I prefer to write poetry but on occasion I ha.. more..Writing
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