UncertainA Poem by T.a WallingDoubt is but a fellow, In relentless pursuit. Sliding ravenously into a moment. One pristine in beauty, capable of loveliness Corrupted by his uglyness. Holding sway. Turning the phlegm of disbelief Into an unmanageable mass. That clings on a wall of foolish. What was once capable, He dispels. The world crumbles and harm comes. No floating fairies, Only monstrous deformities of absolutes. The fervent soul blasts its last breath. Its bloody hand lands on the mirror of another.
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1 Review Added on June 4, 2012 Last Updated on June 4, 2012 AuthorT.a WallingCanadaAboutI am working on my Masters of English, and will be done in September. My project is trauma theory projection in William Faulkners The Sound and the Fury. I adore Emily Dickinson (hence the dashes), bu.. more..Writing
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