At first we thought of you as a wall
Hiding your truth
You held it all
Then we shared with you the ghost
And your mane grew in
Your claws... they shared the most.
The nature of your life didn't change
But the direction did
And the extent of your range
YOU ARE READING
The New Year Lore
PoesíaPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
