Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: To much Reality
 
 
 
I am lost to warrior whims,
And blind stabs at intellectuals,
While hanging by my blond hair,
And kneeling to free poetry,
When my sentences are distorted,
And my reality to too stark,
That my eyes become wounded,
Never healing from the apathy,
They harbor in every glance.
 
 
 
 
 

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