Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Artist Carcass Frozen In the Arctic

Forgotten Poems fill my head,
Though ruined; tattered or destroyed
The Truth I seek, how do I dread-
For this Life I've yet enjoyed!

Arctic Artist, how hard I shiver!
My frozen carcass never found
Lethal Liquor engulfs my liver-
As the snow drifts all around...

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Robin Davis October 24, 2013 at 7:27 PM Chan This is a very powerful and deep write. The imagery and feeling takes the reader into your world of sadness and despair for this forgotten artist. My No More Losers poem comment made me sad thinking you had to go through that. Your deserve so much better. Hugs Just That Archaic Poet October 24, 2013 at 9:11 PM I appreciate the compliments and review, Robin <3