Two of my poems.
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:31pm
Thread Topic: Two of my poems.
-
Sitting in the garden, amongst the flowers,gives one time, to dwell the hours. Like how world could differ, from time to again, or how ones own presance could unknowingly effect thousands. To ponder...
As a child, I didn't know who the President was.
Or what year it was.
Or what other states looked like.
In fact, some days I still do not know.
But what still haunts me is what I did know.
Pain, and hunger, and war.
And death.
Wich is my undoing, knowledge,
power.
This thread is locked, therefore no new posts can be made.
