RegretfulA Poem by Kristine Ferg
slinking up, the coils
as they whither every bone inside her break, wrecking havoc on the ones inside the grave. she lays.... on open table. Cracked and bruised. she knows no one will listen even after noon. please.... break free my temple.... tear apart my words and set me free. i no longer want to feel these burdens set me on this aching ground and let me be.... just set me free I'm sorry. © 2011 Kristine Ferg |
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Added on July 2, 2011 Last Updated on July 2, 2011 Author
Kristine FergAboutI'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..Writing
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