The Bard

The Bard

I've seen deep into the filth of man, places only demons go!
I've peered upon the dangers of the land, the ones who've gone and sold their soul

I've listened to the endless cries from folks whose minds are broken
I've heard every and all the hatful things from under breath is spoken!

I've felt the hopeless despair of a mother whose babe was taken
Ive embraced a drunken urchin
Whose inner rage has waken

I've tasted bread from a woman who murdered her only son
I've felt the sticky fingers pilfering from a thief whose on the run

I nearly ruined my nose when I happened upon an open grave
And I forever gag and heave after meeting a girl who didn't bathe

Who am i to sing the songs of lives drawn long and hard
I write the tales in poetry, my name is just” the bard”

By LukeCoomer ©