This only happens
What happens begins
I have begun the process again
Spite of the lies
King of the crown
What ever lays
Let it lay down
Exciting the poor and swift
While the weak
Eager and thick
Grow in number and ruin the thicket
Rot of bone and soul
That's what once was the human bowl
The typing matters
And the story that's follows
Important and spanning
Clouds of tears
Wings of justice
Let my Savior be just
Holy and right
Lover of angels
Yours is divine
But now learn the consequence
If what returned is kind.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
The Poetry Gripe
Thơ CaWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
