Poem -
Room with a view
something about isolation
it impregnates the mind
with an army of phantoms
echoes of their cannibal march
clinging
like the hollow drumming of wings
deafening catatonia
liberated by slivers of futile rage
and the silken burn
of golden intoxication.
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very interesting write i think your poem captures your thoughts excellently very well written linda
if you can take a look at some of my struff
Thank you once again. And I'll definitely take a look.