ApartA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
Lost little lamb.
Separated from the heard By the gnashing jaws Of a red beast. Cut away in fear, The panic to Disappear. Nearly trampled By foot of friend. And close to gnawed By monsters fang. All that could be done, Was flee away, To the lonely wood. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
AuthorThe Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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