on a dreary damp day
bereft of light
our wounds are open
our questions unanswered
our dreams forsaken
our plans mocked
our ideas foolish
our hopes crumpled
our cries ignored
God is dead
what will we do?
Posted in: NaPoWriMo
Good writing, with a strong point and with life oozing out.
on a dreary damp day
bereft of light
our wounds are open
our questions unanswered
our dreams forsaken
our plans mocked
our ideas foolish
our hopes crumpled
our cries ignored
God is dead
what will we do?
Posted in: NaPoWriMo
groan.
thanks Mike.