Bored of the absurd posture
Good grief ! she couldn't let go of it now
For if she removed one leg away
She'd meet the river
And be drifted to the south
As she drowns and swirls and slides
The currents under would be much worse
Tossed in the whirl
While her corpse turns lifeless
Who would care for a canvas lacking a soul ??!
As the patience ran off of fuel
On the two boats promised to take her home
She slipped one foot .
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoetryGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
