There is a moment,

just a single one,

when I think that

all my yearning is done.

Then there is a breaking,

a pillaging fire,

a ravishing storm

pulling me out of my mind.

That leaves a canyon,

so deep engraved,

that hope is naught

but an entrancing thought.

Written on the fly. My head is kinda everywhere lately and I’ve been trying to write something a bit different from my usual slam style poetry. I’m working on a scary, fantasy-esque, short story that is nowhere near being done so I thought I’d post this in the meantime. Enjoy!


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