Meeting My EndA Poem by Wolf TowneI enter a dim, hazy room. I would act out of character,
I would do anything. I am intoxicated by the danger surrounding her. Her presence seeps into my pores. But foremost, protection.
And I would come to save her. Yearning turned to elation. Our love was poisoned. Karma catches up to me. © 2017 Wolf Towne |
StatsAuthorWolf TowneCosta RicaAboutAmerican living in Costa Rica using poetry as a form of therapy. more..Writing
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