Caught

Poetry

By Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read

Moonbeams burn

My skin to Black,

'Twas not my turn-

I can't go back...

Into the past,

I rushed the stage-

The spell is cast,

I burned the page...

Take me to

The haunted well,

I have a soul

I'd like to sell...

I've been trapped within my rhyme, I painted Skies with Father Time -scratched on the wall of yesterday, now my demons want to play...

The eyeballs roll across the sky,

I do not have to wonder why -

how many times to wonder in?

now I lay me down in sin...

sad poetry social commentary

About the Creator

Ron Walker

Ron Walker is published in two anthologies, "dandelion in a vase of roses" and 'NY literary magazine' "Awake" anthology... Pen name is beau jeep and will be published in "tears" in NY literary magazine. ..

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