friend of no one, love a toy.
reach beneath the crust to see, what mother nature brings to thee,
hide under the rug for fear, that pawns might comindeer.
rude to pesants, peace is gone
the essence dead, it sleeps through dawn.
reach beneath the crust to see, the burdon that could over take me
king to all is hard on one, so cry until the pain is done.
REGAN WALTON
Regan, this poem gets me all randy, i love you
ReplyDeletebut seriously, i like the rhyme scheme and the use of metaphorical language throughout the poem. Very interesting poem my friend
ReplyDeleteRegan, this poem has a unique rhythm and rhyme...not sure I understand it, but I do like a few lines. "reach beneath the crust to see what mother nature brings to thee." This reminds me of imperialistic countries mining for something. I don't understand the line "love a toy." Fun poem though.
ReplyDeleteRegan i like the words you use at the end of each line and i found your poem very intersting
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