The Hours Poem by sebastian trench

The Hours



Change
The slightest
Will kill
Will shatter
The truth
How terrible
How uncouth
Will drown
Will break
The misery
Hangs
Like a
Carcass
On a hook
Bloody
Scarred
Humiliating
Numb
Overpowering

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