Poems from Polkaspottedsweater
A monster inside
I knew it was there
Not trying to hide
But I disguised without care
How did I not embrace this being full of power?...
Feathers warming and tickling the heart,
Or maybe air, lifting it up
Higher than the sun!
Not happy or sad,
Just good, full, light
With a...
The pumping glass stone,
Tossed and dropped and shattered,
The pain is felt and reflected through orbs
Anguish!
Pain!
Sorrow!
Strain and...
The mist has not fallen,
No
It started deep within,
Unbeknownst to the form holding it inside,
Closer to the source of the feathery torches...
Commodious
Empty
The chamber holds nothing,
Though it used to be filled,
Exceptional treasures filled to the brim!
The chamber knew beauty...