The Never Setting EmpireA Poem by Maria LindenWell, my history teacher would be proud.
The sun never set on the British Empire
And it never sets on mine; I sit in oceans of iron and salt, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. Silvery setting suns Scarring scarlet shimmering sin, Brushstrokes with santokus, Keeping my demons in. White lines, Wrapped in wet dreams for strange places Blades slice smooth, so what's your excuse, So much blood in so many faces. White rooms and ragged pie plates You know the sun never sets here Would not the navy would love my eyes, Sails on every pier. © 2013 Maria LindenReviews
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Added on April 23, 2013Last Updated on November 6, 2013 AuthorMaria LindenLos Angeles, CAAboutHmmmm. Night-owled high school student. What else is new? I write a ton so the genre box is a tad restrictive BUT horror and poetry are my two lunch buddies. I write, drink too much coffee, and a.. more..Writing
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