Across a conceited valley
Cowering below a brooding sky
Aspirations of ultimate futility
leave the lethargic occupied, fleetingly fulfilled
Tags: Fiction Writing, Poetic Stories
The Author Ever present yet your presence I crave Author or authority, I guess perception decides Yet you relish in drowning perception in the sea of revelation Falling into place by chance Or consequence of design You found my hiding place I guess a stone fortress is hard to disguise Did I build this or [...]