Martin28 : Writing

The City

The City

A Poem by Martin28


The CityThe Skeleton knocks on my doorThere's aprison around my brain anda bitter taste in my mouth.''What's Your reply'' he asks.''I can't be as hone..
The Place I Knew

The Place I Knew

A Poem by Martin28


The Place I KnewI don’t recognise this World anymore. My pale blue has turned to an honest black. Time seems to occupy no space. The Wor..


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