December 12, 2007 § Leave a comment
What are you talking about? f words–
The girl next door was enjoying her stay.
Lighting strikes, states ask in silver birds.
Another number wakes up in battle’s bay.
…This is the worst things will get–
No such thing; a girl so bright…
Blue stars, her eyes you’ve met-
While in fantasy, fiftieth flight…
Families can’t act out in court.
Without happy moments…peasants-
Jury was absent, enemies’ barcode the fort.
Safety came and went, letters sent
..Filters, stripes on your forehead
Dreaming this entire stage…
…we read in red-
The struggles in the cage of rage;
Time grows, knows, eventually goes…
Justice will be served one day.
A quiet beauty – knows-
Mourns last night, Monday…
© Sonya Rose