On the gravel
used to travel
Leaves wilt in the eves
Barren are all the trees
Walking down the path
Soon you spot a calf
Half starved and alone
In need of a home
Bring the love it needs
For off you he feeds
Until it has been passed along
The fever played in a song
He grows to your former
Now you will mourn
Because you are the animal
Almost a cannible
Eat the grains of the earth
You'll never grow in girth ło
For your now the calf
Made From devils wrath
You will live out ur days
Hunger ravening you with age
Until your song has been played
You will be repaid
YOU ARE READING
The world in my eyes
Short StorySo this is just a collection of poems and short stories that I've written. Poetry is new to me and some of them don't make perfect sense. Please don't ask me what they mean because honestly I don't know. These poems and stories are what you make the...
