A Broken HoundA Poem by Jacob NimbleI always enjoy cyclical work.I hunt as best these battered legs will let me in my limping, lilting gait I wait as long as this forgetful mind will let me hoping I will strike while the iron is hot I’m taught as truly as this twisted world can teach me that when I am alone I cause no pain I reign as strongly as this velvet fist will have me until the bands of iron can wear through I stew as warm as these dry pores will leave me and of heat I bear the brunt I hunt.© 2016 Jacob Nimble |
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Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on July 25, 2016 AuthorJacob NimbleORAboutSend me a message about what kind of poem you'd like to see next. Use as many or as few words as you like. I'll do what I can. more..Writing
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