Poem - 28 August 2018, 12:15

Thoughts...

Shackled,
A prisoner
To my unrest,
My tongue,
Torn with no words,
No means to write,
Lost within
Broken breath,
My colour kills,
So please hurry
My lonely death...

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Nine Eleven28 August 2018, 16:20

My awakening breath.

Wayne Stubbs29 August 2018, 01:27

Thanks Gerard ??

Wayne Stubbs29 August 2018, 05:42

Thanks caron Swann ?

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