Dreams of the past
Never more to last.
Churning from the depths of despair
Drowning in an ocean of fear.
Does any one care
Do they extend a hand.
Or do they sit safely upon the land.
Laughing as the waves drag you down
And in madness you surely must drown.
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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