come the children, through a dream i wove

come the children, through a dream i wove

A Poem by Sofia Guerra

in 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

© 2016 Sofia Guerra


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Sofia Guerra
Sofia Guerra

Denver, CO



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My 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..

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