Into the Woods
...I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.
Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a ...
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Categories:
endoscope, introspection
Form: Free verse
Paranoid
...The neighbors walk in front of the door
The wife disappears when she comes home
Children become reticent
Work piles up on the bed
Night becomes a nightly thing
Spirits drift out and in
Sound ...
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Categories:
endoscope, fantasy
Form: Rhyme