Thursday 11 October 2012

Arrows

Burning anger rages within An elevated sense of danger Breaking through the octopus like grip Upon my aching crimson heart A bargain made to become enchanted Bursting apart at the seams The arrows fly piercing my armour I am no longer able to be so distant Broken, alone and under attack. © Ann Dempsey 2012 Creative Commons License
Arrows by Ann Dempsey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
 
Creative Commons License
the deepening tides of my mind and soul by Ann Dempsey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales License.