Bowed
by admin on Dec.21, 2009, under Thoughts on Then
Disgrace like blood clings
Last though to leave, also first
Honor stained by life
Now only for death do I thirst
Into exile, body not but spirit
Out of joy, arms now soiled
My homeland now memories
For all my brothers toiled
Left for good or worse
Right or wrong who knows
Writing my wrongs with words
Reading the lies I chose
White, snow falls, deeper
Black, clouds thunder, loud
Anger screams like a demon
But I in silence stand bowed
January 27th, 2010 on 4:50 am
I really really really like the third stanza. Like a lot. Right or wrong who knows, writing my wrongs with words, reading the lies I chose. Excellent wording
You haven’t posted in forever though. You should sometime soon.