![]() Into the mirrorA Poem by Bill
why look at me
when you say my name
you are not free
of all this morbid blame
you watched and laughed
as this shell slowly passed
time frozen like this cast
these words may be my last
why does the tear
fall from such dry eyes
where does the fear
hide in all of these lies
the skies cry for the blood
spilt to quench this flood
bodies twisted in the mud
© 2008 Bill |
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Added on April 14, 2008 Author![]() BillSpringfileld, ORAboutI like to write poetry; I would love to actually finish a work of fiction, mostly fantasy, historical fiction, science fiction. Life seems to crowd the stories in my head so that they have a hard tim.. more..Writing
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