Writing

from the archives...

Seven Sinners Seven babies born in May when innocents was new &suckled at their mothers breast all wrapped in baby blue Seven tots no mor..

Twisted I sit and breathe this air..........ponderingarrogance manifests arrogance too many deeds get left undone questions go unanswered..

Feeling explosive yet somehow content The air around me is still the warm sun drawing it near. A mist fills my hunger, yet I am not satisf..

Written in the wee hours of poetic insomnia.. May be a bit embellished but this is pretty much a true story of my life as a poet.... lol

I wrote this about 2 years ago..... This poem was in part inspired by the accompanied song... Thank you for reading..

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