The place for writers: Upload your writing in minutes, receive peer feedback from other writers, poets, authors, then get your work published out there in the real world. Learn how other writers are doing it.
The memories embroiled in Time's figure-of-eight,
That now dance with the flames in the fire of hate,
The shadows that decorate the walls of this cave,
Where Bitterness has chained me and kept me his slave
Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
