Apr 2020
A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain
of fallen hero.
The fear prevails.
You cannot move the finger
to stitch a celibate.
The lies shine,
spitefull, but wrapped in
tears of broken pen.
picks up the frozen pain
of fallen hero.
The fear prevails.
You cannot move the finger
to stitch a celibate.
The lies shine,
spitefull, but wrapped in
tears of broken pen.
