Read on, and it will quickly become evident that I am not a poet. However, I was challenged to write on from a list of words (in bold).
Identity revoked
He walked an unknown horizon
Consumed with rage at a land he loved
exempt from freedom
Provide and they will consume
and the years will run out.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Soldier on the Rim
Posted by mike at 3:09 PM
Labels: anxiety short story writing, poetry
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