Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
The fields flourish by a cold droplet's grace,
yet fall to ruins of a few fallen the more.
And nothing can be done against determined winds.

As she was the beginning of everything he was
an end to it all. An iron fist of will he doesn't comprehend nor controls.
Dons the Cloak of Despair; wishing himself away:

His holy trinity consisted of heaven, hell and purgatory.
The inevitable battle he knew he would face in the eye of his beholder -
for he could not fathom the weight of responsibility he had upon her soul.

As nothing can be done against determined winds,
but to hide. And

Built on wonderful words by a wonderful lady.
Took a while but we got there.

I wrote a poem with someone called Fayre, guys. How ******* cool is that?

Check this Alice out Wonderland @

She's really talented and deserves more recognition.

A Thank you from us both for your reading, and don't forget to reach out.
Written by
Boi  21/M/On a chair
(21/M/On a chair)   
     ---, nish, Fawn, D, - - - and 2 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems