hey I lasted 7 days

The relic within a region
is surrounded by enemies
drunk on an elixir
that teaches hatred for wines old
and smooth; surfaces
a few years have made a little shabby
must be dubbed demonic
and mantras goatees drill
smugly, thinking they have gifts in thought,
that shine tells a story; except
a band of ragged ageless stories
have come from a hanging: one of their own


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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2 Responses to hey I lasted 7 days

  1. this is good CT, very good.


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