Title: Whatever
Energies scowl, smooth
impulsive bell-ringers call
coldly, bleak cherries
adolescent pauses
impish barren jaguars blow
prudently snide stare
Look to nightly skies
pouring from your
heart and lips
Sitting down to dine
The bitterness of
your cold eyes
My blood won't
make me forget
this nightmare
I must escape
my wounds I
can't tear myself
from the darkness
torn paper children
ending begins
when I died
Tear-stained
face calling.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola
[Mar.2016]
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