Harlequin, how you wonder
Though the concrete fields
Staring at them, yonder
They are obscured by mist.
They are obscured by the mist in your eyes,
You see them though isolation.
Remember why you cut those ties
You are a fool in desperation.
There was a reason you had to go,
That you are not still over there
Please, remember, you have to know
What good can it do to stare?
You are not part of that world anymore
And it's for better, not for worse
Leave them now, I implore
Else you'll leave them in a hearse.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Wind
PoesíaA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
