This gentle life
Laid waste
By agony
Release me.
In stride take strife
Both cheeks
Blood red stained
Release me.
This well of breath
Stopped up
Without words
Release me,
Release me.
Monday, August 25, 2008
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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