The Longer Coward by Devin Pavlischak/ October 24th, 2015 ©

Alone by thoughts, why must I?

Screening the void, pleading splinters.

The wound is set, living, screaming.

Caught in life, a spider and a fly.

My pain on the shelf, being inconsiderate.

Converted by mass, lonely greatness.

I am in the dark, stressing the mind.

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