I was trapped in a lie
Where I kept the tale spinning
With my golden tongue.
You listened,
And you spread my words
Across the continent like they were your own.
It didn't matter.
We let the world know
That we were all going to die,
And we hid it in our thoughts and prayers.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
