Upon The HorizonA Poem by Andrew N. FarrensJust the truth, and nothing but the truth…..
I want to be absolutely clear "
I kind of fear I’m only here So I can offend everyone and no-one I remembered it’s November 3rd And for Shadow I’m pouring some Liquor on the ground as I’m hoping some Words appear to me Floating silently upon the horizon Dreaming of my dead father and mother I’m lying On their bed trying to not be bothered By both of them dying I’m living a life that simply leaves me crying Out for some sort of change But it all remains the same since I keep hiding The truth within the lie of me, myself, and I SO I stopped writing I can’t tell the why Who what where when On how to bury self-hate cowards use for escape To The End .A.N.F. The Grand Ayatollah Drewcifer Drewmani Drew Kazinsky Redwood Ivy West Stockton, California w(2)e(0)s(9)t November 3, 2024 Rest in Peace Jason (Shadow) Mitchell 1978-2002 © 2024 Andrew N. Farrens |
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