Thieving hands that live to steal
Seconds and hours
From the face of time
Trail away broken bits
Of love
And hope
Despair too
All tinged with silver stains
And it would seem I am the host
They all mix in me
But that thing which weighs most
Is the silver shining free
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
