Strikes you as odd
alas be it true?
That something like me
could turn into something like you?
Brave and brash
true and bold,
am I these things,
and yet behold.
I am still here,
witness to things.
Unhappiness like
a vulture watching.
The past is haunting,
staring, growling.
Claws reach out,
ever hungry.
Isn't it amazing
that I can be you?
The past and present
transform ever so true.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
