Family Always Fights
A poem about loyalty, betrayal, and infighting
This is competition
This is blood
This is the cruelest way to do it
So let it be done
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You watched over me
The soft slumber of the cradle
What visions hung over me
What darkness brewed
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Cruelness is to kindness
I love you, and bind myself to you
We fight, and none shall stop
These blows that rain down heavy
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Rowan Riley
I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.
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Quoth
Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
By Alexander McEvoy3 days ago in Fiction
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Ah, I can resonate with some of these lines. Another wonderful poem.