urchin
Crimson Soul
Who needs hope when you are willing to stare at fate and stop this crusade?
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Post by urchin on Sept 27, 2012 13:33:00 GMT -5
Clutched and folded the body cocoons itself against reality A world which leaves creases and shadows on the skin But still we let the darkness in A child sleeps foetally because it is all it has ever known Encased and nurtured the only purpose is to grow
An adult shudders and collapses in on itself A world of pressure against the fragility of skin.
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Moonlitface
Crimson Soul
"I went through Hell to be redeemed..."
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Foetal
Jul 31, 2013 2:21:08 GMT -5
Post by Moonlitface on Jul 31, 2013 2:21:08 GMT -5
Very strong poem. The only thing I would add is punctuation but that is a personal preference.
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