Poems from RyanOtto128
What could be said of those who toil in the night?
That they are the poor and the destitute?
That they are the lonely and wicked?
No, this...
I'd like to have a moment Sir
Up here so close to You
To talk about the things I've done
and the things I've yet to do
At times I've left...
The Colour of War is not Red
By R. M. Otto
I see only white
He sees the white
I see the black and the white
And the colour of night
In...
A Counsel Averting the Burning of Our World
By R. M. Otto
Shadows of Them,
They are the shadows of distrust.
Shadows of Us;
We are the...
This is Home
By R. M. Otto
Whatever happened?
So much happened that changed me. So much happened that molded me…
What happened to the years...