By J.L. Moore
Bitter words recklessly smeared
across the emptiness
as fragile whispers
REEK havoc!
This is the wrong way out!!
Lost at home in the mind
garish thoughts
steeped in longing
penetrate the shattered soul.
This is the wrong way out!!!
Oh happy chaos!!
Does your noise ever cease?
No bounds are set upon
your echoing loneliness.
This is the wrong way out!!!
Stampeding tears fall
across her rancid face
and doom is spelled
within a frozen heart...
This is the wrong way out!!!
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The Life Is In The Blood
PoetryRanked #392 in Poetry 10/29/2016 Featured Story in @_Theveilednight_ Gripping Tales List Original poems, by (as my youngest son says) a 14 year old goth chick living in a 49 year old body. ATTENTION: If you are reading this story on any other platf...
