A string of words
Flowing from my pen
Emotions leaked in blue
Affecting men like flu
The crumpled papers
Under my table.
Their numbers may
Tell you what I have to say
A story soon to end
Too hard to defend
The case has no bend
Not a ray of hope to send.
The story is to be wrapped
In the court of Themis.
In front many eyes, and
Black winged angels
A string of words,
birthing a string
The blue letters of mine
Shall mark the end of his time.
YOU ARE READING
string of words
PoetryPoems come to me like Words falling from the sky creating an ache in my chest Forcing my hand to write it.
