Twisted Turnings
In the twisted underbrush of reason
Near the burning sands of love’s demise
Over the rickety bridge of hate’s disdain
The crows in unison count sorrow’s lies
In the weed filled meadows of what was
Beneath dissention’s bland sky of disgrace
Festering along side the stagnant river
The hungry wolves howl claiming space
A wretched soul in a tortured world
Slips through torn time fabrics laid bare
To lay down with the heathen asps of wrath
Snug in the cold dirt blanket waiting there
Chrissy
~hugs~
Karen
Love Tinka
Bless ya,
Joselyn
Edwin
Take care,
Sherry
Bravo!
Love,
Susan
debra
I love the deep dark recesses of your mind!
What's funny!
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I just put a dark moody Valentine write in myself, about 2 mint's ago, then I opened yours...WAy Kewl!
This is a keeper! I want to read this over and over... I love
the spooky creepy feelings I get.
I love the words you chose to use!
Heathen, not one I use at all-hmmm...
Disention is tho'
rickety bridge, that's a great imagery!
Like I said, I love it all!
YOur mind is where it needs to be! For a reason love!
Warmest Blessings and WArm HuGs, Warrior Sheeeooxx
Susan