Sound of hate, touch of cold (fibonacci - challenge)

And
With
Frequense
It struck us
Beast of sound control
And the waves shattered weak skin
Only the hardened by screams withstood roars of hate,
And whatever left of our world became pieces of shattered hearts and broken dreams, closed doors.




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2009-02-23 at 00:43

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
WOW!

I really, REALLY like this.

I would add more...
..but speechless.

~L.~
2009-02-24


CC
painful poem. good utilisation of the structure. good rhythm
2009-02-23