Nightmare Poem by Martin Greyford

Nightmare

Rating: 5.0


There was blood
And then the fire.
I blame
The flame;
Though the moon
Came out to soon.

I gaze
At the maze.
I wonder
What was yonder
Here at the start
It looks all smart.

The swaine
Had to be tied by a twain.
It was dragged
And it bragged
Through the streets
To the fleets.

Friday, May 21, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: anorexia,another tomorrow
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