Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2015
facing it
debasing it
erasing it

not too well does it sit
pray tell how could that be

you can't go forcing it
missing what you thought you could see

turn your back on it
and pay the price

you wish the hallway was lit
it's dark as hell no dice

I think I'll die when I see fit
a tuxedo and a rose will suffice
Irving MacPherson
Written by
Irving MacPherson  home
(home)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems