Distress Clouds The Mind Constantly.
Secrecy Amounts 2 Livable Consistency.
Scary Hours Erupt Fouler Moods.
Phantoms Of Obstacles Escape From The Quicksands.
Bonds Broke, Friends Gone.
Alone...Knowing Just, The Murkiness.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 8th, 2023 11:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, Good Poetz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 4
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