DrowningA Poem by Sherriff
Is there anyone out there to act on a whim,
to hear my voice and see through this thin, transparent tragedy tearing entangling, my words ebb and flow my thoughts slowly strangling/ Does one need recognition, for ones creating, can perfect words be held in one statement, my foundations flooded dragging these fixtures, roots in the ground ripped out and twisted, these violent constants consistently caress, my profound persistence, resilience at best. ~ Does one delve deeper Or lose to comfort and spite, a wanderer of words I ignite your insight/ Like propane to shed, burning fragments of light, starving I frame minds, contort and proclaim lies. © 2018 SherriffReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 10, 2018 Last Updated on May 10, 2018 AuthorSherriffNorthern Territory, AustraliaAboutEnjoy being creative and sharing stories in all forms, I have a passion for reading, writing and all arts in general. music and hip hop in particular hold major influences on my writing. Hope you enjo.. more..Writing
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