Poems from cmgordon12
I'm held by heavy chains called shame,
Lost and so afraid.
I stand here useless, incomplete,
In desperate need of aid.
Yet in the dark...
The ghosts of Dickens' tale haunt me.
Thy've many scenes for me to see.
My present, past,
And future last,
And through them all I will...
A slate gray sky above my head,
The leaves on trees a firey red,
What marv'lous beauty to behold,
When Summer sighs and becomes old!
Her...