What a shame;
no face, no name,
If it's all the same,
there is no one to blame.
For death did hit,
like a dog a rabbit,
It's all just nit and grit;
no crime was to commit.
Don't let them fool you though,
there's more to it than on show;
Thoughts are aglow,
but they'll never let you know
What is going on in their head,
or why he wound up dead;
For instead,
they'll leave you mislead.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
