Standing Room Only
In crowded spaces, falling down:
Toward the sky into the ground,
And always landing "out-of-bounds"
As I lie awake on sleeping sounds
No room to dwell in Heaven's Hell,
No lies confessed, nor Truths to tell
The Demon's region, and Poets in legion-
Oh! My words, forever quelled!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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