The Fort
...Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic
I will battle with whispers
I will hide...
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Categories:
autarkic, 11th grade, angst, i
Form: Free verse
Our Death
...Neptune will cry for our death
Fragments of sea blood
Temblor of regards
Condolences from Poseidon
Exhaling ciaos, inhaling mists
And all else Jupiter, once more
All yellow bleeds fire...
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Categories:
autarkic, color, death, farewell, feelings,
Form: Free verse