Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
"I was the shadow of the waxwing slain"
said once a clever voice

I now am caught by words repeated
and sit
and stare

and do not dare to move
when I should do

As if I had a choice!

Or do I?
Written by
Me and You  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
504
   OVC and Timothy
Please log in to view and add comments on poems