When the dawn never rises
When the sun never sets
When stars dim
When the lost becomes found
When the familiar becomes unique
When time stops
When colors fade
When gods cower
When horrors come to life
When the poor become plentiful and the plentiful become poor
What then?
YOU ARE READING
Disturb Them
PoetryStories should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. Let each and every sentance sink in and... then what? I don't know you tell me.
