Here are more words:
"And All Participles Will Grow Weary and Stop"
My pupils have shrunk to a size reserved
For polysyllabic units of measure
I am not paralyzed with fear- this is a
Comatose tragedy
The air sighs relief having dodged screams afire
I am terrified
I pray to anything pure of this life
That I will not falter
Through the floorboards of this remorse
And I shudder to discover
That this pen now
Fails to grant me solace.
Maverick
06:26:07 PM
2 comments:
...interesting title
This is pretty cool. I like the closing and the line "I pray to anything pure of this life". It may border on a little tooooo emo-y but i think the way its written discourages that description.
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