From briar to jungle dreams banished
Lost to the fevered nightmares of time
And though I may never truly understand
How bliss and survival went hand in hand
I know now that though sacrifices made
They will never wash your love away
And after the fall, though times seemed sweet
They can never hide the sorrows of meek
This anger borne not from soul, but pain
Has ruled to many night and day
I'm sorry for all the things I did wrong
The times I made you cry those horrid songs
With honey of ignorance no longer yours
Let my inked words be years' cure.
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
