Arlehon

A Poem by Wraith.

My petrified veins
Lose their synchronicity
Black leads draining out
coils into the dead river
Some say they hear the whisper

© 2016 Wraith.

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jacob erin-cilberto

sounds like the lead or the ink draining and leaving a petrified pen or pencil...and those once poetic shouts become just smeared, illegible spots on a piece of paper.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..