Dark TurmoilA Poem by DarkBeautyA darkened blackish vine full of sharp thorns tormenting my thoughts as it's tight gripped vine constricts all movement Aches of thorns pulsating,pounding where my cuts lay deep twisted thorns as death grows near coldness of air rushes over me weighed down with iron chains This darkened blackish vine won't hear my plea never letting me forget what darkness can bring it does not care and it only has one thing reigns on my soul unending rest © 2013 DarkBeauty |
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Added on August 16, 2013 Last Updated on August 16, 2013 AuthorDarkBeautyWAAbouthttp://www.writerscafe.org/DarkBeauty37 This is me I had to restart due to email issues so im moving all my stuff to this one... Love SpokenWord Poetry and poetry and prose poetry writing i love,.. more..Writing
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