A free form poem describing the experience on a never ending merry-go-round. As always this is just a poetic way of describing a certain feeling. In this case it's almost the same as my last poem, so ...
Flaping hands languish the stealth to dodge the formations of chaos, angered, trapped in the maze of time they patiently wait hoping to reach the gate that their fate can amputate,...
A free form poem describing the experience on a never ending merry-go-round. As always this is just a poetic way of describing a certain feeling. In this case it's almost the same as my last poem, so ...
Flaping hands languish the stealth to dodge the formations of chaos, angered, trapped in the maze of time they patiently wait hoping to reach the gate that their fate can amputate,...