ReflectionsA Poem by Tkess
The trees against the sky Like a black gallows moan Distorted with black moss shadows That clings to us like a disease Reflections of this earth
Ripples in the water, Our heads reverberate with the night These cracked brains resigned Devouring maelstroms eternal And murmuring words perpetual
Sinful and slithering Venomous and tempting Us with this apple that is our lives, Shiny and tasty And soon to be full of worms © 2011 TkessReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 18, 2011 Last Updated on August 18, 2011 AuthorTkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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