Dark Haven Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Dark Haven



Build your ostentatious buildings
and your graves
to house your strangled souls.
Build your so called impeccable cities,
with blinding lights
that deters the escape.
Build your fake realities,
from insecure dreams
of reaching illusion's pinnacle.
Few would surely escape.


copyright by Mark St. Rose. All rights reserved.

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