Unsettled
Buzzes of thoughts flashes through,moments back and then,
clearly seen and recounted.
Anger seared through my tough veil.
Friends and foes alike,
masses avoidance inevitable.
Vanity upon vanity,
not so sure of all.
fear of impending doom,
creases up my soul.
Momentum of darkness gathering,
cap'n of terrors roaring,
beasts of medallion death ready.
Poetry by Adegbite Victor
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Written on 2014-02-14 at 17:43
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