Red or spread,
before him.
It’s a lying, spying
Galvanizing
World - where
Headaches have cures,
And all other excuses
Lie worn, bruised,
Apologetic in the grass;
Itself yellowing in the plague of
Winter -
Its blades blunting through darkness,
Bleeding grey.
Grey – or spread,
Before her shackled wrists.
You What?
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Well, hell. You can sure paint an image. This takes me back to misery. Sweet, consuming and cradling misery.
It's fantastic.
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Let Me Guess... You're Happy?
That first and last two-line stanza said a lot about the poem as a whole. While the images are a bit confused, I like it.
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awesome
wonderful poetic piece. i love way u describe astract matters physically. it is very creative. u have such a sharp mind to write a mind gripping poem. excellent choices of colors that enable me to picture every detail. wonderful write.. truly i mean it. i love this one, very much. i read it over and over again. i like it alot. u left me in awe.
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Dark and a lot more deep then it frist seems. Well done.
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