Darkness
Swallows my warmth,
placates my terse disease,
desperate for normal green hopes,
halting.
Darkness
Swallows my warmth,
placates my terse disease,
desperate for normal green hopes,
halting.
Cinquain, Death, Depression, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Evelyn on October 26, 2011 - 8:19 pm
I demand more cinquain. and for chrissakes, do it on CinquainFevah!
mother fucker…and I mean that in the best way.
#2 by Carl on October 27, 2011 - 11:02 pm
I need lots more practice! Lots more! Lots and lots more before I can play in the big leagues!