BaneA Poem by TurtleClarkHe
found his downfall in the locker room Signing
the contract of his own doom. Coming
back day by day. Addiction, The need, Too
strong to stay away. Medusa’s
tempting him to go just a bit further Hallucinations
causing a high pitched werther. Running
from Oz’s city The hole
he dug himself It’s
such a pity. One
more he tells himself Sniffing
the paint thinner. Look
at this sorry little sinner Guess
what this is his first week, He’s
only a beginner. © 2013 TurtleClarkReviews
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7 Reviews Added on March 20, 2013 Last Updated on March 20, 2013 AuthorTurtleClarkHarrisburg, PAAboutWho are we truly? We walk through this expanse of life that we are given blind to what is truly surrounding us. There are few who see it all, who look beyond what is solely in front of them and they a.. more..Writing
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