Pay the ferryman
The dead line up
At the body of aqua which decides their fate
Impatient souls, with prices on their heads and chains on their chests
The nervous tension is like demon bait
They may have had good intentions
A good heart
Or were blissfully ignorant
Of the true hate, torture and pain that others inflict
Perhaps they were cruel,
Unkind and unjust
Their body and minds filled with greed and lust
It is when the dead are lined up
When they loosen their chains and pay the price
When they travel across the vast aqua
When they pay the ferryman
9/9/2017
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!