DetoxA Poem by isiah_holmes
Day one of detox Day two of dread All these echo's, voices, screaming Their grave bound children Racking my head
The nightmares, those cold dreams reappear Into my mind, a hot rusty brand My flesh to sear My smile, a simile for the end, the true end A sign, girl children and their offspring Falling from the sky, involuntary suicide © 2013 isiah_holmes |
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Added on August 16, 2013 Last Updated on August 16, 2013 Author
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