Essence Poem by Phillip Erb
Essence
Rating: ★5.0
Sounds quiet
In the corner
Where the ghost
Distracts himself
His lips shape
Out the verses
Of a song
Without a breath
Hell is here
Where he pretends
They hear him
Always knowing
It's but a game he plays
One on none
Just pretend.
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