Dedicated to: KatherineArlene
Let's listen to a tale
of The boy in the Woods
Told by
The Man behind the Iron Fence
A dense darkness dawned.
As he asked to Learn About me
I'll Love you Forever
I should be shuddering with Glee.
But innocence
Is The Most Precious of all
As Tears Fall
For An American city
A game of crones
and Stolen hearts
I revel in censure
As we look for a cure
Of Tragedies Past
And Pains old
So as long as distant memories last,
I hope you've learnt that the truth isn't,
Golden
Nor
Pretty.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoesíaThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
