Two Poems Morgan Hall
Dear Past
Here lies potent terror our very foundations cannot withstand. Problems flash, leaving us too blind to see it. Dread builds long paths out, so tread, look down. What defines us is no longer whispered, we’ll ignore it every day. There’s no choice but to stay on either ends of death, what matter is what lays
From Future
The strawman
When young one’s of age they’ll love the strawman, He swims through their eyes from Boxes he stays day and night shoulders Fall to feel he’ll Swing and dance But they love his masked face
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