Humble, to be born in a stable skin bruised of life, marked wrist - TopicsExpress



          

Humble, to be born in a stable skin bruised of life, marked wrist and ankles conspicuous characteristic of dents that distinguishes self sustaining of my free will... The mind agitated of the past to be filtered slowly, carefully to sustain its fragile shell ‘I will make life my friend and likely murder her with my own hands’ once again. relentless, speaking in angry hisses, shadows teasing, taunting my dimension that enables identical events occurring night and day pleasing the commentators; yet secretly suffocating my soul will I survive? Beside me, life stumbles and nearly took me down with her onto the stones’ grey skies taking on a hue of a sow’s all wrapped in a awful package handed down by fatigued souls, those we call the great ones, legendary, survivors of life . by eve black Raven Poetess
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 17:57:09 +0000

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