Defiler Poem by Drew Fleet
Defiler
Stays there the fire, still
Not fully extinguished
With the seams of the past
Ebbed into my skin,
I run to you
Flowing like the quickness of the river
Pain is it, I'm addicted
You scrape me upon the wall
With the blood
That bled
And I sit and watch myself
With dulled cold eyes
Of the most pressed
And the most dried
With shoulders, none
No more
No more
No more
No
More
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/7/2024 11:02:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
