Poems from hamza.woodson
I wander the streets in silence
careful not to attract any harmful attention or gaze that might come upon of me
The streets of Thebes seem...
The streets have been turned red with blood
It smells metallic and sickly as it runs through the pavement's crevices and corridors
The...
Down the river
through the vastless blue
I see nothing but the sky's reflection
as the heavens dance atop the water's surface
For some reason
My thoughts
seem to be clouded
seem to be disrupted
seem
to
be
.
.
.
not my own.
They seem to think more on my
Misakes...
The winds.........
They grow ever closer
Through the trees they blow
Through the bells they sing
Through the mountains they glide into...