VOID
I am void
And without form –
An unfinished work…
Wrought of clay & iron
And steel –
With nails for teeth
And hewn with an ax,
I…am not beautiful
Forged in fires
Of malcontent,
I come…
Seething with latent desires,
Hidden passions resonating
Beneath the surface
The beast howls in defiance –
Refusing to heel to its master
Leashed to its will
I go…
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