SAVAGEA Poem by Phil Roberts
Doom laden
Light my way With candle of blackest tallow And flame of brightest white I follow my nature My gravitation Without question Godless and lawless Out of the wild I came Still wet and trembling Hairless and bared to all I lived off the fruit of the land And open to the sky As is the way of my kind What did I know of fences? Or of lines on a map All I saw was plenty for all I knew nothing of money I knew only being fed and being hungry So they called me thief They called me savage Doom laden Light my way With candle dripping tallow And flame of dimmest red With hesitation I follow Stumbling and lost no doubt Yet still I follow By Phil Roberts © 2015 Phil Roberts |
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Added on July 19, 2015 Last Updated on July 19, 2015 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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