The WreckageA Poem by Patrick Lee
Collapsing cage of death imploding crushing the passengers inside. Their skulls cracking, an indication the damage to their minds. As death takes hold within the impact the twisted metals fold Broken bodies mangled, dismembered limbs, flesh torn to the bone. With a high speed explosion the stagnant air is filled with death. Amongst the shattered wreckage the twisted bodies lay to rest. © 2008 Patrick LeeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 20, 2008 AuthorPatrick LeeTwin Lake, MIAboutMy imagination is my playground. I am an artist. I am a writer. I am a poet. Or at least I was, or perhaps will be. One can never tell. The difference, I would guess, can only be determined by.. more..Writing
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