...tentacles of death.A Poem by HuwThere is an emotional route that people find themselves treading it passes through the ditch of anguish the bog of discontentment terrain of despair. They are in this way by choice they heard and saw the warnings yet on they march expecting joy but finding terrifying dread in the cold tentacles of death. © 2018 Huw |
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Added on January 10, 2018 Last Updated on January 10, 2018 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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