A Panic, That Contorts Poem by james watkin

A Panic, That Contorts



A panic, that contorts
A pain, more hateful;
Of whose visage, beautiful
Given this loved one;
If not leaving, always
A too monstrous change
Cruelly ugly, life, more strange
Seen from that day on.

Saturday, January 22, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,hurt
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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