Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
Death, Depression, Fear, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma
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#1 by Dead Donovan on May 15, 2017 - 4:03 am
Excellent! I enjoyed your play on light and dark… we all have those opposing forces in us.
#2 by Carl on June 27, 2017 - 6:34 am
Thank you for reading and commenting!