Poe Tree Pit
angry silenced caution trace,
spoken though out of date.
leaking is my heart often traveled.
some they choose hate while others irate.
drift before the temperatures raise straight towards the roots.
deep in hollow dispair.
unaware.
Subaay Landers
Copyright ©2009 Subaay Landers
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