His broken halo
Still gleamed dull gold
His haunted eyes
Kaleidoscope of
read more »
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
Oh to break the routine now that time has gone stale;
And be in the presence of another lost soul.
To such a shame it remains undeservingly frail;
That my raw heart be ripped savage hole upon hole;
But hath she intended such a wicked attack?
Upon her own self it crept like a cunning fox,
Unaware was my beauty, the gen she did lack.