Mallets 06 Poem by Kira Bloom

Mallets 06

Rating: 2.5


My nerves shackle my body to discontent
Mind and heart draw their weapons
My soul the referee of maliscious intentions
Wondering if any truth will be the same again
As not blood, but hope is shed
Between fear and will’s mallets

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