Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
I need no Dreams... Those of life prove nothing but the smoke of poppies., And those of my slumber.! ? ! ? . Too Now, too Here, too Raw. My Past haunts too well, a discontent.
So sweet as that pipe is....on a river of ending.
Sold Soldiers Lament
Alexander Hamilton
Written by
Alexander Hamilton  54/M/State of Misery (Mo)
(54/M/State of Misery (Mo))   
2.1k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems