Posted on September 20, 2008 at 7:00am
This is my first poem, be gentle.
Why now baby do you scream?
I walk as if in some crazy dream.
Where life does slow and flesh does rot,
I should have died but I did not.
I see you there high and safe,
while we below know your fate.
I wish to cry, I wish to stop
But the hunger allows it not.
So instead of protecting you,
I'll just bite and pursue.
The gun you hold in your hand,
will not stop us as we… Continue