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Jul 2013
You cannot fight a void
Yet I swing at smoke and air
Angry words are stuttering back
The echo is like an attack
But I try and I jump and I fly
I turn false ground into sky
A new world below the things that we know
Scratch the surface with flurries of ink
But I think and I stop and I sink
As the oxygen permeates my skin
And turns so velvety cold
The sky is no longer dry
And I am no longer bold
But I write and I hold and I fight
On and on, the endless night
On and on, the useless song
And the abyss is singing along
The voice of the void is dark with joy
I am the shadow's favorite toy
Cast these words into an empty sea
These words are nothing to me
I wrote something new! All hail the poetry kings and queens. The trick is putting pen to paper, I believe.
This is hot off the poetry presses. Lemme know what you think.
Taylor Martin
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Taylor Martin  Texas
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