TorporA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
Slow,
Jerky movements. Rather like the Dead. A state of Fugue. Not entirely aware, Not entirely myself, Not entirely connected to Here and now. Body and soul Separate, but attached. Looking at one another As if an odd reflection. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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