Poor Creeping Me
No wish in turning round As I walk this new path unworn by my two creeping shoes holed leaking soul that once strode in pride just a little way back upon the warn part of my track Seeing tears only dripping from the eyes of others hearts breaking, forced open chests of the gullible, never innocent once in my glare keeping my own locked away, blinding the minds of those, whom searched for the hidden key amongst straw looking for hay Never noticing black clouds forming skies awaiting sunset... Sign in to see full entry.