The WinchesterA Poem by Mohl083
In my hometown, There are no evil spirits A diverse group of friends and I Banded together to defeat Years ago. I have no memories Of one defining moment When we crossed the metaphorical border From child to adult. No, time passed We’d get a little smarter Then do something stupid And so forth… We didn’t live Like rock songs and teen movies Most of the time We were just like teddy bears Fired out of a cannon, And wherever the hell we fell There we stayed Until the world around us Made us into what we are.
© 2008 Mohl083 |
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