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Songs from yesterday blare from a bored inmate’s tinny radio
Isolated
Love and Lust boil beneath the flesh of a cautious tremolo
Exquisite with predictable repetition
Nothing changes, graven depths consume above as below
Corpses decay with ghastly vibration in their address of captive audiences
Eloquently speaking for a shackled world
About the Creator
Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.


Comments (2)
Wow - that's a vivid and impactful acrostic poem. Well done.
Each line better than the last 😁 Best of luck in the challenge 👍