Poem I wrote 11/4/2014, not sure it really qualifies as a poem
the dead
they cover the plain
the plain full of death
of death with a smile
a smile at the sky
the sky can’t be seen
the world lost
the dead
they point up the hill
the hill with the peak
the peak where I stand
I stand up to see
to see with my eyes
the world lost
the dead
they show me the truth
the truth of the plain
the plain’s not the truth
the truth is a trail
a trail behind me
the world lost
the dead