Creaking and groaning
statements of surrender
Frigid tentacles of thunder,
devices cold and crude
The atmosphere now stings the eyes
wait for cessation and ease
Fury rips off the age-old lies
sympathize with these!
The suit, the tie, polished leather shoes
all the world really belongs to
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Musings: A Poetry Compilation
PoetryPoetry and prose for the poets out there eager to get their helpings of more and more of the written page...because there is never enough ink to satisfy the soul.
