Plight Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Plight



Leave; please?
Two nights.
See this?
Hard fight.
Believe me;
feels right.
Cannot see?
Bright light.
Need help?
Keen sight.
Waiting room;
quite alright.
Copious indecision;
ignites spite.

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Isaak DeMaio

Isaak DeMaio

Buffalo, New York
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