Poems from kmills18
Ba-bum, ba-bum, the walking storm
It comes trudging, groaning, ‘round the bend
We’ve heard its stomping, staggered steps since we were born...
No, it’s not I’m hiding,
I lie disguised by the storm.
Can’t be that I’m running
I am captured by the swarm.
The Body came to free me but...
The man was built for hanging high
His cheek, his grin and witty sigh
Don’t keep the fool from losing face
He staggers, and trips down from...
My voice is little but wants to be loud
It screams from the stage but expects to be drowned.
The sea is too massive for my voice to sail....
“Where,” his eyes inquired?
“Walking,” she replied.
Her steps set out.
His tread behind.
“I’m going for the silence,” sighed her shoulders...