Swirling SicknessA Poem by LawrenceA A sickness has a certain heat to it. A
swirling heat Flashes
of hatred My
body is heavy The
world is stopped A
cold chill moves up my spine The
aching pain that has replaced my world The
numbness of my heart The
swelling of my feet The
day has burned into the night Night
has bleed into day The
has withered away The
sun has cooled into a husk This
swirling chaos Infecting
my body Bleeds
away slowly © 2015 LawrenceA |
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Added on June 18, 2015 Last Updated on June 18, 2015 Author
LawrenceAAtlanta, GAAboutLiterature has been one of the defining pillars in my life. My favorite genres are Fantasy and Science Fiction. I tend to focus on High Fantasy but love to toy around with Low and Urban. more..Writing
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