ConsumedA Poem by Zorrin86If the fires don't strangle, The depths will chase you; Stirred like a torrent, The passions confused Wander in anguish With glances shrewd Frothing like hell storms, This lady in need Throws to her pyre Of insatiable greed, Ivory stones from caskets Born of spiraling seas © 2016 Zorrin86 |
AuthorZorrin86Louisville, KYAboutAvid reader...writer, musician, artist of sorts...into esoterica, spirituality, mythology, classical literature, a delver in many things. more..Writing
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