PreyA Poem by James Be mindful of who you guides you through the apocalypse Air
crisp in the morning Segregates
turmoil, hidden in conflict of what may Be
one’s curse. Hearing
the screams distant but intimate to sensitive ears. Awake
the survivors and close your soul. It’s
desperation, survival, migrating towards one’s hopes. © 2013 James |
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Added on May 5, 2013 Last Updated on May 5, 2013 Author
JamesGrants Pass, ORAboutI have been writing stories since I was a young child, conjuring creatures in dirty western towns and lost children without names. I call myself a creator of monsters but I will admit that there is n.. more..Writing
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