The Game

From TB'S Poetry Book "Disturbances"

T.B. Taylor

I turn to you

the fire's in my eyes

Gone is the dew

and you feel it rise.

You can feel it engulf you,

drinking your soul.

The survivors are few,

even they are not whole.

An escaping tear

A burning flame

Death is near

And you've lost this game

Published by T.B. Taylor

Born Venus Marie Eddy into the common circumstances of parents too young to parent alone, she was presented with great love to the the North Pole, where she was kept from most of the natural experiences of H...  View profile

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