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Twisted Reversal
Twisted consequences spin chaos in a tornado,
Pulling sideways and upside down,
Feel the weight of the sudden drop,
Unexpectedly falling calmly into place,
Death wears a joker mask; such a morbid sense of joy.
Rushing between the traffic of the cattle,
The human market is open for business; ripe for the selling,
Heading to the mountains to breathe fresh air again,
Reclaiming the sense of self,
As pieces of me float like snowflakes into place.
Nice!
Incredibly healing words.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks! I'm trying to write a
Thanks! I'm trying to write a more positive set of poems, it seems so much easier to write from pain and bad things so it's a bit new to me :)