Throes Of Chaos - Poem by Azubuike Justin
Throes of chaos,
strident sound of doom
throttling the throng of reason
to mere muffled throb.
The bedrock of serenity shudder,
volcanic feelings erupt
striding across plains
with dagger unsheathe.
Throes of anguish,
heralds of needless sighs,
the garment of peace long shred,
needs the seamstress guide.
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