Poems from AbelPax
Hey there handsome
take a seat?
tell me the places I should meet
Tell me of the world
and of your worldly thoughts
Tell me of the...
Your sightless eyes
are what you,
a writer,
find easiest to despise
Blocking visions, seeers voice
Choking light, prophet’s choice
Your...
too much of a good thing is defining
music for silence
music fading
the thoughts were suffocating
music took her voice
the devil took her...
The young sovereign
galloped to the peak of the hill
as the morning veil fled
on the locked land now broken
the fallen crown now jeweled...
she had a gentle soul
tipically it was soft and quite
she swayed in her chair
while the music in her head kept her calm
her soul grew...