The BlockA Poem by linearnothing special.................at allThe pen scrawls scratches against a parchment drawing its ink in bloody pools tears roll blood flows
Back aches eyes shot through sinews scream minds rage in syncopated beats
Bending pen longing again whispers whispers burning embers in discoloured snow blank ages pages
When will I see again? inner stages wasted erges on on dried out
Dead! © 2012 linear |
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Added on June 12, 2012 Last Updated on June 12, 2012 AuthorlinearManchester, United KingdomAboutDon't worry if the sparrows chirp today, for tomorrow the nightingle will sing. I will read as I please, but will always comment on those who take the time to honestly comment my scribbles......I w.. more..Writing
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