by vrosej10
anon does not like this one. bore ring, stupid shapes do nothing for poetry. 2
and sum 1 will complain about anon leaving a 2, but they say nothing about anon leaving 5 s and good comments. hippo crits, both the raving hose
I've had weird dreams like this too and they leave my empty womb and heart sad for days
the fears/regrets of a pregnancy terminated. the rain is all inside from where i'm looking. i found an old, refreshed darkness in this.
this is an avant garde experimental kind of thing. a lot of you will hate it and that's fair enough. a few will love it. those who have no clue what it means, I suggest you read the title; it informs the poem.
ps twelve, as I know you are known for hating unusual lay outs, I experimented for a week till I hit on this.