Dec 2018
From aching bones,
To pains and cries,
All that's heard,
Are echoed lies,
The wind that blows,
Behind your back,
Come's to say,
What all you lack,
A harrowed breath,
From guilty want,
Make guilt and lies,
A harmful taunt.
To pains and cries,
All that's heard,
Are echoed lies,
The wind that blows,
Behind your back,
Come's to say,
What all you lack,
A harrowed breath,
From guilty want,
Make guilt and lies,
A harmful taunt.
This poem was very hard to write, I don't know why, I've been writing with ease lately, good change of pace I guess.
