Like seeing fiery eyes
Behind the mountain of tears
And the sea of white lies
Beyond the flocks of red doves
Over the fields of confidence
And that of trustful loves
Hiding behind blood stained hands
To tell you the wrongs and rights
Of another's lands
To talk of black and white
Behind the gray teary eyes
Afraid of the night
To be shunned for words you didn't speak
From the caverns
With mouths of mutants and freaks
Harsh words from a poet
Overlaying lined sunsets
With a color too potent
From whiskey rivers
And blood streams
Cutting ties with scissors
A place away from those known
With few lights in the dungeon
This is my home
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Forest of Stanzas
PoesíaA collection of poems. Some are dark, some don't make sense, all are mine. Feel free to comment a title or prompt and I'll write one for you.
