Unease

I have eyes for everything
Through which my beast sees
I may travel everywhere
Its dark breaths do not cease
I retreat to the arms of everyone
Still, images of lambs crease

I hold out against for something
Red eyes I try to please
I flee to distant glens somewhere
My young faces freeze
My golden days in that someone

photo credit: Three Eleven Naught Seven via photopin (license)

kadar

I'm just a wunk, trying to enjoy life. I am a cofounder of http//originalpursuitssoc.com/ and I like computers, code, creativity, and friends.

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