Office.

Office.

A Poem by Wraith.

Lacking something 
Something lacking 
spat out thoughts
and sent them packing
Stream profanities 
through funneled ears
Sweeping the membrane 
File away fears

© 2015 Wraith.


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I would agree with jacob as to how the rhythm of the piece catches one's ear first--the regular beat of humdrum office days (or a slave ship, for that matter), and I think the short, sharp lines only serve to emphasize the beat. Very nice piece of work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


spit out those negative thoughts...those fears of life, send them packing.

this has such an easy beat to it...the rhythm of purging the scourging thoughts.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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