EntrenchedA Poem by Bran BedwJaded by the cruel, by the long miles See with but glances, cardboard smiles
Walk through a ghost town, faces lacking life Toy with the idea that this life is but strife
Gambled and lost, stuck in a rut Paired with a stone, heart tight shut
A dirty old man, seems destined for me Stuck shackled to her, unable to be free
But from time to time, as it seems… A young fiery soul’s eyes flash hot beams
Into this soul of ice jaded by time Torturing with hope, drunk on wine
Do you see me? © 2013 Bran Bedw |
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Added on April 11, 2013 Last Updated on April 11, 2013 |