Poems from lokiwg
I was toiling with my day:
I told myself it will end, the day did.
I was angry at my day:
I told it not to end; yet it did.
And I...
NEVER seek to change thy past,
Past that is besmirched will be;
For intent and purposes
Quite the same.
The past is not for me; the past...
Unstoppable and impending
knowing it comes
knowing it cannot be stopped
its faceless oh but not nameless
it has so many, oh so many...
A year from tomarrow
will there be names
what will remain
the names I know
will they be the same
a year from tomarrow.
The blame I...