come the children, through a dream i woveA Poem by Sofia Guerrain the hours defying sun the lonely moon that wets the rum makes me forget how far away there isn't one there isn't an end or an introduction, there isn't a madness that could, for the sake of madness, be explained but by all extensions of sanity this path through is the path i shouldn't take nor the path that should exist, yet here it is between the faded faces of a forest once alive but is now writhing the rolling fog harbinger of ghoulish chill and ghastly haze, the ghosts of petals crumbled and sparrows turned; the goblins that reap fields of moonlight wheat for whiskey and evil means come the children, through this dream i wove alone forever, never not-- for here, with me, you'll always rot
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Added on March 2, 2016 Last Updated on March 2, 2016 Tags: love hate young young_adult dark AuthorSofia GuerraDenver, COAboutMy name is Sofia Guerra! I'm in high school, but I am absolutely in love with writing. I really like prose and poetry. I am really shy, but I hope that by sharing my works on this website, I'll be.. more..Writing
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