Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
On a dark, twisted hill, it is snowing
Leaping, singing, trolls now open
Watching their final wish, going.
I hide in the clouds my head broken.
Into a maze of sweet aroma still
Grinding on knees, holding breath quiet.
Sundown comes hard, lies to kill
Shivering to death ignoring my might.
The quite lizards, green and red, tongues out
Laughing at mankind's terrible chance.
Crying with scarecrows, politicians, a drought.
My lover girl, angel of yore, a ghost of dance.
Judgement, summoning a clear pathway there
Standing, mocking lover girl's wink so fair.
Who would keep ravens in their deathly lair?
Oh, well. a moment we had, we had a dare.
Dec. 14, 2020________________________________________________
Writer's summary: I felt at this time that there were several fences separating my heart and the truth outside. Sometimes I do not want to breathe.
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