Echoed RemnantsA Poem by Skib
When echoed remnants
of a distant past are cast aside and dealt with last... Strong emotions this will invoke pain with every passing stroke. It will sear through you like sizzled flesh barbecued on metal mesh... For as you rake up said distant past you'll find your feelings will come last. © 2017 Skib |
AuthorSkibLondon, Self-Belief, United KingdomAbout"A slave to the manipulation of the written word"-Me. Welcoming and humble and sometimes a little too honest. more..Writing
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