The poet with Stockholm syndromeA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
A poem kidnapped me -
it held me prisoner in a cabin filled with first edition dictionaries and other tools of torture It looked like a sonnet but sounded like a limerick while it tried to make me talk while reading sublime Shakespeare and x-rated rap but mum I remained keeping my words to myself until it opened the door and said, "Go" but I decided to stay allowing the torture to write beautiful poems on the silent walls of my heart.
© 2018 SleeplessVolcanoAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 5, 2018 Last Updated on March 5, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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