listen closely bring your ear
every time it disappears
making its self known
with a mighty groan
quick to go away
not one to stay
when people start to wonder
I make it go under
on rare occasions
I allow the invasions
hear the tortured tune
they are not immune
it touches their souls
then it controls
their every move
for me to approve
their every opinions
for they are now my minions
YOU ARE READING
Taking a Stab at it.
PoetryI haven't really tried to write poems but due to recent events, I've decided to take a stab at it. Rhymes and near rhymes are my friends, just thought you should know. Most, if not all, of the poems Rhyme.
