Blank Verse · Digital drawing · Dramedy · free verse · poetry

NmBc zz.c6:009

yell to the

bowels of all hells.

scream at the top

of all instant streams.

SHOUT. . .

and it will die,

when I hear some one

cries.

The situation of its circumstance.

where all of my loving,

footwork can,

ever or never be,

southpaw or orthodox.

I know. . .

I can. . .

and I will,

fight for you.

If you at all least give me,

an effort of your time.

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

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