4 years
Russian standard
The cold East's finest
Only a twist a way
Once it begins,
A cold response
Out of tune violins
Not the same as they were,
The tune is different,
a mumbled slur
Well, like is an understatement
She's in an entirely different regiment
Questions met with shrieks,
God forbid someone speaks
Just one glance at those cheeks,
An endless break of promised streaks
Do words speak louder than actions?
Unresponsive on the floor, does this give you satisfaction?
For you it's a distraction,
For me it's a diffraction
Into your twisted perception of right and wrong.
The trauma this has caused may be life long.
-Oliver Purnell
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A Prolific Poem Anthology
Poetry15 poems written across almost 2 years with a wide variety of style and emotion. Each poem is unique and were written at points across these two years where I felt enough emotion to condense and organise into poems good enough for people to enjoy an...
