ConfusedA Poem by Chase
That which is out of sight
I feel it lingering Two wrongs don't make a right Same dull note, droning Skin of stone, impenetrable Looks can be deceiving Hot streams of blood Wounds open, unwanted Covered with a mask of mud Temperature rises, unrelenting Spinning off balance Falling down Solitary © 2013 Chase |
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Added on April 7, 2013 Last Updated on April 7, 2013 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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