Blind GuardianA Poem by MortriciaThe title covers it well enough.My thoughts are too quick and my midsection's sick I can't stand straight but, it's like- my feet won't wait they just kick along and my head comes late Spinning off my axis I'm quickly losing traction and I know that none of this is to your satisfaction but I can't slow down my steps tread light above the ground and out of sight. © 2014 Mortricia |
StatsAuthorMortriciaCOAboutGet cozy to take a journey through a rhythmic, twisting prison, I'm a metaphoricalien and writing is my mission. "Didja hear about the guy who lost his left side? He's all right now..... more..Writing
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