first I loved title slurred
tongue numb hypnotic lure trance
afflicted words mesmerizes
like a flame to a moth attracts
then was swallowed by words
husk singed burned flamed
sonic repercussions
numbness lacks penitence
when truth echoes lies
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem