When a Shadow Now Falls
Upon said corridors heard
Within these walls, stirred
Throw them to the sky
Good Boy Psycho dead
Corridors Epiphany, no dread
Shine horizons, on Half Moon Meadow
Eventual be
Sleeping Giants
When Shadows Fall
The City Sleeps.
For Moo xx
Without Touchstone, I just couldn't xx
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment