This Wrath Poem by Krissy Disillusion

This Wrath



Your song is ringing
ringing
placement tears and worry the while
away.
Sunny days are miles into the
fray.
How quickly clouds steal this killing
way.
Fog protests, the heart's entrails,
scanning for your name in the blood
flinging salt in memories;
a tiresome triumph -
hold tight to my love's
sway.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 26 November 2009

Last few lines get intense

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