Red Winged Black Bird on a fence post in a field.

Darkly Modern


Category: poetry
When dark and soul, in earliest hour,
sink to depths both mouldy and dour,
the heart can only scream to the heavens,
like, oh my God, like this totally sucks and junk.

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