DrowningA Poem by Sherriff
Is there anyone out there to act on a whim,
to hear my voice and see through this thin, transparent tragedy tearing entangling, my words ebb and flow my thoughts slowly strangling/ Does one need recognition, for ones creating, can perfect words be held in one statement, my foundations flooded dragging these fixtures, roots in the ground ripped out and twisted, these violent constants consistently caress, my profound persistence, resilience at best. ~ Does one delve deeper Or lose to comfort and spite, a wanderer of words I ignite your insight/ Like propane to shed, burning fragments of light, starving I frame minds, contort and proclaim lies. © 2018 SherriffReviews
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