Falling, Burning, Slitting
– disfigured to be scathed
Buried to the core,
To be trapped, drowned or bound.
Through the hazy clouds of comfort,
Sun and moon flicks through.
Cursed for the
Perpetuity of immobility.
Never to be jolted up
By the essence of fear.
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To the nice people at dVerse, A burning question. What’s so special about the quadrille that bought itself a permanent place on dVerse’s schedule?
Part of my #The100DaysOfPoetryLearning project.
Original Picture from Unsplash.