PARAMNESIA: A Collection of Poems

Lines

Lines

Weary and gray

I still went

Walking astray

I screamed and wept.

Suddenly,

Tears sprung

Undoubtedly,

I sang.

But no words came

For feeling

Feeling so ashamed

And so beaten.

As sacred and dear

It was spoken

Cloaked with lies and fear

That was woven.

Thus rulers are defined

To correct crooked lines.