Walk by Jonas Hyde The anguish swells within, wanting, needing a release, I shall ne’er receive. In solitude I find peace, in silence I find solace, but with your voice, the very resonance of your breath, my soul is poisoned. What words must I speak, what pleas must I beg ‘pon the shattered fragments...
Classical Narrative Poetry and Episodic Storytelling
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