Dashes of DickinsonA Poem by T.a WallingHow sinister to produce a fiend, That comes pouncing from within. It cowers in the shadow, Exploiting mortal sin. The question of its rational, Laughs slightly in its tone. It's blatant and irrational- Its innocence unknown. The essence of its rational Alludes all conscience thought- It enters with a fragrance That is divided and distraught. Unwillingly it grows inside- Distributes evenly- Defeated by the realization, That what will be will be. © 2012 T.a WallingAuthor's Note
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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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