House of Agnoy

HOUSE OF AGONY

Dreamt sleep with dread
Lustreless content in situ 
Unable to control in nascent
Those that verge in collapse
At starry edge to planets.

Sinking into abysmal sea
Downing into bottomless
A space with flying swallows
Talking with beaked sentiments
Sorry for their onslaught 
 Murky waters and sediments.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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