Preparing for yesterday;
not near ready for today.
Clouds cover what needs found,
if only it wasn't lost for now.
Thinking about the years before,
but all I know is the lore.
The stories of the yesteryears
don’t uncover the mysteries.
I wish I knew what was true,
but only liars write history.
The unknown keeps most silent
till its secrets are unlocked.
Mysteries are its only cover
but no one cares to look.
They close the door and forget
instead of looking in front of them.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Accounts
PoetryJust a few poems I've written over the years; some are probably better than others, but I'd rather not publish all of them separately. (Stock for cover from: http://ineedfire.deviantart.com/ and http://wyldraven.deviantart.com/)
