Poems from writemymusic33
Black runs like the river
Mixing with the fallen red already on the ground
Swirling, eerily, on the black pavement
Clear drops fall,
Some...
Fear
Black and cold as an evil man’s heart
Courses through the veins of all who experience the unknown
Struck like an icy hard bell in the...
She squats in the sand pit molding mountains and valleys with her tiny hands, her fingers clumsily try to grasp the grains then in...
POWER.
HIS VOICE CARRIED THROUGH THE CROWD.
HATE.
DISTINGUISHABLE IN EVERY SOUND.
AS HE PREACHED
THE LISTENERS BECAME ENCHANTED, HYPNOTIZED...