Anonomus Scorpio Poet Monorhyme

Ghosts

Going nowhere; a voyager of circles, succeeds
  Hoing my own garden; a harvest, full of weeds
    Ostracized; for concerning myself, of others' needs
      So; is this the flavor of my ink, when it bleeds?
        Thrilled by my emotions; they are my poetic creeds
           Spectors, are now plowing; to plant their own seeds

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Paige Hind August 31, 2023 at 11:54 AM I hope your seeds grow into a beautiful flower, like you. :) A haunting piece... Anonomus Scorpio August 31, 2023 at 12:07 PM Thank you very much Paige! Sometimes it's just fun to have fun with words and make them a little spooky ;) A.S.