Hurt by the stone
Hurled from a throne
Left on one's own
Afar from the known
A great wide view
Of the grey and blue
Unseen to you
Evermore, it is true
Backup, you need it
Ground, you cede it
Advice, you heed it
Honesty, you bleed it
Erased from the board
Escaped from the hoard
To hit one last chord
Before it's assured
Traffic, you hear it
Camera, you're near it
Public, you fear it
Private, you smear it
Truth out of sight
Lies multiplied by might
A group in the light
Backup tonight
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roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
