Chained Dolls Free Verse Poetry

Swept away by your deluge,
I landed in a field of bitter vines
tangled in misery.
Engulfed in disillusion, I remain
confined to your scathing tongue,
tempting yet paralyzing.
Deluge Copyright © 2017 Anna M. Asbury.

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