The river flows down creek
Where my fellows hang in scaffolds
And the air thickens with malcontent
For tears from weeping mothers moisten the ground
As the dead whisper to each other
Scared of my own demise
I escape the dark to my home in absent of my pride
All just to find it was darker inside
YOU ARE READING
To Whom It May Concern Volume 2
PoesieThe second volume to 'Whom it May Concern' Not for the feint of heart reader; a much more darker version and much deeper look into my headspace. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it
