You are following now
Where you've always lead
And you're in danger
beliving wHat was said
Blindly with that bitter taste
Of words to take back.
And when the dust settles
The wreckage of childhood toys
Abandoned, scattered and forgotten
Have been gathered,
Treasured, and stored
Deep in shadows shut so tightly
That only light in narrow bars
ever touches the soul.
LINKS TO THE REST OF MY POETRY
Index: Poems Currently In Process
QUIET home amoung the grasses
WHICH CHILD for Crystal
HAPPY BIRTHDAY reading Misty's aura
My Hope Is Gone
You Saved My Life
Forhead Brush
In A Room With No Arms
FRAILTY THY NAME IS DEATH
MISSED OPPORTUNITY
In The Shadow Of The Bottle
A Rainbow
Beginning Index
FINISHED MIDDLE POEMS
INDEX FOR FINISHED LATER POEMS
