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The Sword by Des Springhall

[tabby title="Poem"] The mist driven darkened moment chose ominously to ariseI barely can identify humanities glimmer in my opponent’s hardened eyesMy concerted heart insists to beat thunderously, echoing in my throatThis piercing murderous gazeI quietly consider being at the end...

Of This Dance by Des Springhall

[tabby title="Poem"] Of this dance, I skirt the outer boundaries of swirling participationMy vision averts constantly from the peripheral intoxicationI know I am the one who saw this dance as my final c' est la vieMy guilt makes me stare...

My edges by Des Springhall

[tabby title="Poem"] My edges knick the lips of whoever I kiss, not because they need to, but because my edges are so easy to miss My edges are known to have the lasting final say, because my edges have been...

As I near closely by Des Springhall

[tabby title="Poem"] As I near closely to the edge of my darkened existence, the jagged terrain of my ledge of hopeless resistance My bleeding hands clawing and dragging my soul towards this inviting abyss Alternate reality, alternate remiss, who am...

Just Imagine by Des Springhall

[tabby title="Poem"] Just imagine I had my rawness refined Just imagine I ripped my heart out and put it on the line Just imagine I hated what I loved and would dearly boast Just imagine my soul could be at...