Poems from cleeds
I brush my fingers over
the lights; darkness blankets the air.
Each thought glides out, creeping
like a snake, a monster under the bed.
No...
When control seems to spin far away
When some long-held hope just can not stay
When the night becomes that dreaded day
The rhymes I make...
When darkness has crept over blue heavens
And your name has swept like Rumor through my mind,
No song, no sight can ease anger's weapons...