Tha raving demon,
Slices up the sanities of the day.
The nocturnal in the marrow,
Has night, much to say to.
The nocturnal tendencies,
Eating the failures and weaknesses,
Yes! In the night,
She is the queen,
The demon
Trapped in the bars with light,
Opens up it's chains,
Yawning to the sordid fallacies,
It stares into the feeble,
And then makes me stronger.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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