satishverma
Coming Out of Truth
Category: /General/
(50 views)
0
A poem without a title
hurts me. The reticent phrase
tells the pain in one word..
A knife cuts when I
am impatient. It smells of blood
running as stampede.
I feel sick when smoke
hides a secret. I want to set them
free-unwanted screams of dying vampires.
Favorite Favorite Comment Comment Share Share
Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.