Stormy Knight


Mystique... - Poem by Stormy Knight

Empty my flowing silver soul,
Into a rustic garbage disposal,
And flip the switch,
Grind every whimsical entity,
Into zillions of microscopic pieces,
And it doesn't matter,
Because pain plus misery plus agony minus hope,
Are all perpetually etched into the great walls,
Of the big black empty hole,
That is,
My heart.


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My story is yours, seen through a different lens.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012



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