Proclamation
by: Kellett
It’s when my revelations
Become revolvers,
And my thoughts,
Become a widespread hurt,
That I wish to bring my back to bend,
To bow out,
But I’d have to forgive the impact of,
That stone in between my will to give and my want to take,
That’s where the sloth demons lay,
Embedded in a plush blanket of dead eye loathing,
But [...]
