I am simply the reader
I didn't partake
And indulge in becoming the leader.
I was presented with something to change my life
I loved to breath with them
But one of them has in hand a knife.
They sharpen their edge
On the very thing
That I pledge
My very own mind... I share the glory over.
YOU ARE READING
The New Year Lore
PoetryPoetry 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...
