Day: February 23, 2016

Posted on / Poetry

Lost

The fairground, finding myself in mirrors,

Perplexed and dazed by the lurid colours,

Of green and red and blue plastic rivers,

Hardly a place of magical wonders.

Step and sink into a cavernous tear,

As a clocked man, in black, with joy looks on.

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Warrior

A warrior, stained to the flesh and core,

As the dead float calmly down the river.

This soldier with everything to deplore.

With only the weapon of words to roar,

Tarnished true sword cast down by this giver,

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