Categories:
queal, journey,
Form: Shape
BURN
...Wrench the pages from my worn hands as my voice shatters
Leave it aflame as the embers rise, my soul now scattered
Within the bounds of sanity, I try, try to claw and scrape
A restless spector of ...
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Categories:
queal, allegory, anger, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse