Poems from isaiahwilliams
It doesn’t matter
If I’m opened or closed.
There are no discrepancies
In the work that I do.
I always see both sides
For what they really...
The time has come once more
To race for a royal position
Much harder than it was before
The skills must be in superb condition
The race...
The crimson color of the dying leaves
Remind me of when I was there: in relief.
I watch the colors float off the branches
And the clouds...
Moving slightly to the left
And then slightly toward the right.
Putting all my effort on the table
And dancing away the night.
Giving...
Heartless.
Soulless.
Memory of memories,
Dream of dreams,
Fading light into
Shattering obscurity.
Where do we come from?
Where are...