Sean Carley Writes

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Pity

Blackest dark despair
Infesting my life
Wringing rotten words
Not up to the strife
Of festering wounds
And sickness that is rife
With spoiling ugly insects
From a cold and rusted knife
Posted by Sean Carley
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