Coloring in the blindA Poem by mendedwords
Microwavable mechanics manage
Movements meant with good intentions, still repetition taints even the purest thoughts. A homegrown fear of tilting too far To the outer lane while Looking at unique lines through The window tinted vision. Dark shades to wandering eyes; traveling from one plateau to the next. One more glare may stain permanently, making it impossible to laugh at Peers coloring inside the lines. © 2014 mendedwords |
StatsAuthormendedwordsVandalia, OHAboutI am a recent college grad who has developed a passion for writing over the past few years, my goal is to find out who I am as a writer and to one day have my poetry published. more..Writing
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