Poem By Stephen Townsend

Time and Time again.
Inoscines walks.
The air is tainted.
Slought of torment.
Agony is pain.
Pain is eternal.
Life goes by.
Never to experience.
Never to ponder.
Never is in the heart.
Broken through childish time.
When dose it end.
How could it.
Clashing through.
Colishin is the virtue.
Torment goes through my heart..

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