The UnknownA Poem by Zan
Dripping black ink
swirls on white paper the words are a comfort they bring me to safety slow the spinning world let me breathe once more. Dancing white spots world lurches and spins dark tendrils reach up claiming my calm. So dizzy I'm drunk in the darkness my fear spirals out of control it chains me here. So I turn to the words the swirls on the paper the comfort they bring like a ship's iron anchor.
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Added on November 8, 2013 Last Updated on December 4, 2013 AuthorZanLondon, Ontario, CanadaAbout*** first - business: i'm currently looking for a critique partner for two novels - if anyone has any work to exchange that would be greatly appreciated **** What can I say that's any different tha.. more..Writing
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