Birds came down
and towers too
what could any
person do?
The sky was blue
and war was grey
The spirit left
that very day
Weep yet kings
and beggars all
for it was just
the start of its fall
Where is mother
and father now?
Can we find them
here somehow?
They were good
kind and brave
Now there's not
much left to save
(September 11th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
