Those Who WishA Poem by LapseOfMindYou know, a poem about something
You can see us, can't you?
Clutching at the wind. Forsaken pastures trampled, Left to rot with broken grins. We're standing massive statues. Guarding those who wish to sin. Telling tales of all the torment, We've caused since we broke in. Your whispers keep us feeding, Delving deep into your skin. Was it you who had me watching, Or was I just on a limb? Failing strands of midnight, That capture all your kin, Are really just a message As to how this all begins. © 2015 LapseOfMindReviews
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StatsAuthorLapseOfMindSeattle, WAAboutim starting to feel that the news media and social media are the downfall of society and humanity. more..Writing
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