Young unwashed skin
Under bare feet
On a red velvet carpet
Gilded with wealth
The fooled mind
Following the voices
Of the children
Playing
Leaving the warm food
In the emptying room
The sirens calling out
To the crowded sky
The ragged clothing
Waving in cold night air
The lights retreating
Into the shadow of the land
And the deaths fall
The power
To vanquish all
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Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. Every new part is a poem written by me. Every poem will have its own individual characteristics. I'm not keeping myself to any rules of poetry in terms of form and rhythm.
