The feathers fall,
From dusty wings...
A funny little creature came and talked to me...
No matter how much I jumped upon it, it would not...
Still undergoing some editing, wrote this at 2 am...
I am a red flame
I am the raging fire...
Locked, Into deep retrospection
Hind sight blinding, Interjection...
You
You where have you gone...
The Prisoner
By Mark Spencer...
I don't want you,
You, damn incompatible blood type...
I -
A foolish poet...
A stolen soul
And a heart to match...
My conscious
Is clean siblings...
Tears of laughter in the dying light
The good all hanging from a great height...