Abstract
How hurts yoke
Pain that pokes
Feel split ease
Snap at peace
Harsh words hit
Such bad wit
Noise pokes fun
At sad run
I know this
Pain kills bliss
Feel verge brink
Hurts that link
Drown in tears
Sketch odd fear
In the end
Taste sour blend
Lost end game
As hurts blame
Live with pain
That funds gain
In due time
Hurts pen rhymes
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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