Consumed

Consumed

A Poem by Zorrin86


If 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


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Added on August 19, 2016
Last Updated on August 19, 2016
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Zorrin86
Zorrin86

Louisville, KY



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A Poem by Zorrin86