I Want People to Share Their Poetry Ascent Turpid temper’s pelting ink, Long since beyond soothing scenes. An aging tempest squall yet formed, Angry rain on barren land. Scree strewn hillside ‘s jagged lair Traversing yet in pain of fire. To the summit we yet flail. Losing...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
