Poems from sjrenfroe
Everyone wants to be set in stone
I want to be set in dirt.
Let it fill me up, Let my lips part in a thoughtless smile
As worms make...
What is a train if not constant and steady
Unlike my mind.
One would assume a train of thought to pursue a constant and logical track
Not...
It sees the future,
Clairvoyant of white promise and fleeting possibility
Its moment approaches.
Silently,
Looming overhead,
Black length...