Poems from riag
Old friends become new foes,
A secret sits in the middle and knows,
They will deceive you,
This I suppose, until the day of concrete rose.
Strangers and unknown people,
I feel your stare,
No matter where you are.
Poking your nose too far into extremity,
Searching for secrets...
When I write,
My soul feels like, oooh…. and….. aahhhhh,
Feeling full of purpose,
Knowing my words become nothing less of worthless….
When...