Even the most evil ones,
the ones that brought about demise,
broke hearts and killed lives,
the ones high and mighty,
who believed in their eternal worldly lives
so far away yet, so vivid in the Holy Book
who kept denying retribution, and held on so strongly to their liveliness
they kept marking time and time again their paths to make sure they're not forgotten
wether from the future or from the ones they persecuted
see?
would you look up from the Book now?
Do you see them here?
YOU ARE READING
Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
