You will rise again
To tell of your stories
Though you're enslaved beneath
The morning glories
They think you to be chicken feed
Try the air up here
Tis all you need
Every morning,
Whether the day be lenient
Come rain or hell
Though inconvenient
I'll pass your dwelling
In case you may knock, dear friend.
Help you to crawl out,
And teach you to walk again.
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Author:
Tirzah Marie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2017 23:27
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Comments2
I like the flow and feel of this piece. Well done.
Your an amazing poet. I love your work
That humbles me, hun, truly.
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