Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
While I can see,
cannot quite make out,
the lurking shadows.
My thoughts are opaque,
a haze of time, clouds,
unable to be cleaned.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
133
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems