We want for no more false repent.
Tis you who've called upon dissent.
No here nor there can call upon
The spindle screams that wake the dawn.
Shattered glass meets your scattered voice,
And all the world has made it's choice.
When melting earth has strangled thee,
I hope that you remember me.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
