Wasteful Poem by Andrus Cassian

Wasteful



The lighting, it was over-bright
a house on a wasteful decay
a thief's knife bathed in white moon light
The LIGHTING, it was OVER-BRIGHT!
bathing now in blood in clear fright
of the very thief in gross display
The LIGHTING, it was over-bright
a...house...on a WASTEFUL....decay

Tuesday, June 28, 2016
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