Tara Brodie

I am not who I was. I was drained, squeezed, choked of all I was. I was left an empty shell, A bottomless pit, A hole,

By Tara Brodie11 months ago in Poets

A finger of stone It reaches to touch the stars Always falling short

By Tara Brodieabout a year ago in Poets

Hot breath comes ragged Winding slopes a hellish test Distant goal above

By Tara Brodieabout a year ago in Poets

Rise above the earth A stone monument to time Cloaked in cloud and snow

By Tara Brodieabout a year ago in Poets

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