Poem of the Day — Blast Cavern

Blast Cavern


Chest rattles exhorting congestion

Weeds uprooted to enclave delusion

A parched drifting silk road experience

One dry and measured

Partly possessed, owned by robbers

Those intent to belittle all but themselves

A reach out to the heart intention

Mention the border crossed, humanity broken

Starving injuries burn in the sunshine

To hang onto life


A reapers delight

To gorge on the coarse hairs of discontent

Sent to the messenger, to stamp on authority


Change misconception




February 23rd 2015

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015


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