Poems from devine42
Concrete black and city light fireflies
And the sound of converse losing tread on the sidewalk
The sounds of vulgarity and the cries of...
The Wind.
The Composer of childhood fears at the window.
The creator of nightmares through the night.
The whisperer knocking on the...
I am Death
Black, Cold, Mysterious
Scythe in hand I amass the wavering, flickering souls from youth to old.
I watch all from the moment...
I wonder if the Earth ever gets annoyed with the Sky
And ever finds itself jealous of its radiance and glory
As the Earth is sickened by...