A poem from my upcoming ebook, "Breaking Ties"!
Coming of
Age
I see it there-
lurking in the shadows.
Deep in the dark-
the dark it follows.
Innocent thoughts-
turn to thoughts of rage
a sacred right-
the coming of age.
The pain that starts in my soul-
and flows ever so steady to my heart.
Pain like icey blood
and ripping me apart.
And I heard her say-
“victims we are all
with wet souls-
scratches from ravens claws”
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