Drowned my throat in petty lies,
Reaped her song before her eyes.
Stood in the midst of raging war,
Killed my father right before.
These tales of children thrice unfold,
For in their town lies a palace of gold.
YOU ARE READING
To Nowhere
Poetry|| a book of poems || This is a twisting, turning oblivion of madness. This is watching the sun touch the horizon and wishing for your hopes and dreams to appear among the stars. This is the road to nowhere.
