The LayerA Poem by Christoph Poe
I lay
Beneath the Sand. The warmth keeps me alive But it's a cold and desolate place. The Sun gives me Hope. The Moon gives me Peace. But the Sand gives me An insanity like no other. I wasn't meant to rise. I'm meant to lay beneath the Sand. And if content didn't shroud me, Struggle would rot me into nothingness. © 2015 Christoph PoeFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorChristoph PoeTuscaloosa , ALAbout(I got this!) My name is Christoph and I'm from backwoods Alabama. It's really boring here, but the scenery is always gorgeous! I can't complain because its probably this environment that's brough.. more..Writing
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