Gossip

Short 'n sweet. Wrote it a while back.

Beams of moonlight flood that space

Where we all retreat - where children go.

Fairy tales and boogeymen haunt our dreams;

As addicts and convicts hunt for a reason to

Conceive a new path. Watch the butterfly

Emerge from the cocoon as best friends bicker

And fight. What has become of the peace?

Where did everyone go?

Author's Note

Harsh critic! Harsh critic please.

Reviews

[Legion]

Not sure I really follow it. Sounds (to me) more like two seperate poems colliding. The wording is great though. Great visuals.